Lyrics London - Patrick Wolf

London

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 myself in your grey river light