London

Sun dark on darker streets

It's 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 a fight

Forget me, I wash my hands

In your gray 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 myself

In your gray river light