Paroles de London

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