London
Patrick Wolf
Letra

Sundark 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 our fight
Forget me, I wash my hand 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