London

Sun dark on darker streetsIt's violent times for weary feetCarjackers and bullet showersA yellow sign, too many fools in powerBut see, I will be gone by morningMy dear friend, I lost a fightForget me, I wash my handsIn your gray slowing nightComing down from darkened heightsI taste the Thames with my cycle lightsBy saint Paul's by Big BenBy God's name I repentBut see, I will be gone by morningMy dear, London goodnightForget me, I wash myselfIn your gray river light