London

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 a fight
Forget me. I wash my hands 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 myself in your grey river light.