London - Patrick Wolf

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 myself in your grey river light