Overslept, Kennington.
In, last night has crept.
Forget what's left, I'm innocent.
The nightjar had my best.
When tables turn,
We talk in reverse.
I can be anyone you want me to be.
No more disconcert,
Only honest words.
Merely a drop in the sea.
Is that why they won't notice me?
Cast aside, wayward friends.
The Thames runs by my side.
Forget the rest, you can't depend
On anyone else this time.
'Cause there'll be one,
As bright as the sun.
You'll see her from Bethnal Green.
Oh, there you are.
You work of art.
I swear you looked up from your book at me.
Those eyes could bring London to its knees.
As St. Paul's spire chimes,
I dont' really mind.
About feigned exclusivity.
As the city sleeps,
I wander the streets,
London belongs to me.
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