By the waters of the Thames,
I resolved to start again:
To wash my feet and cleanse my sins,
To lose my cobwebs on the wind,
To fix the parts of me I broke,
To speak out loud the things I know:
I haven’t been myself.

Wandering Rosebery Avenue,
I could only think of you,
Facing Samuel Johnson down.
A soul to wear down London Town,
A glance to take the breath away,
And drag me south from Holloway -
You and no one else.

I’m the king of a kingdom of mistakes.
I’ve broken all the things I could break.
Fuck the fishing, I will abdicate,
And I'll meet you on the corner of
Upper Street and the City Road,
And you, of course, the Angel Islington...
Ah come on, a boy could hope.

By the waters of the Thames,
I resolved to start again.