London Lyrics - Patrick Wolf

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