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.