Sundark on darker streets. its violent times for weary feet.
Carjackers and bullet showers. a yellow sign. too many fools in power
But see. I will be gone by morning. my dear friend I lost pur fight
Forget me. I wash myself in your grey slowing night.
coming down from darkened heights. I taste the thames with my cycle lights
By saint paul's by big ben. by god's name, I repent.
But see. I will be gone by morning my dear london goodnight
Forget me, I wash my haself in your grey river light.
