The Thames does flow inside my soul
I'll fill it up with rusted gold
A patriot cry, a wizened wire, I won't be slipped back into lies
A wounded tree, an empty field, a meandering river and a seal
A spike they pinned inside a weir, a turtle it swam out from under here
Love is old this creature's cold
What we must do is break the mould
A faded cry, a distant sigh, I wrote a poem back in time
I feel the streets, they talk to me
Loaded up, I don't feel my feet
The stems they grow, the river flows
Destiny changes all we know
Our memories fade, they dance away, into a celluloid decay
Love is old this creature's cold
What we must do is break the mould
How far we came, I dived to our shame
A brilliant mind, a wasted decline
And love may be open, your flag may be broken
Exposed all your feelings, my heart off the ceiling
And the soul may order
And the mind's disorder
The hollowest feeling
This city is gleaming