Patrick Wolf - London lyrics

rate me

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 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.