The Angel Islington

By the waters of the Thames

I resolve 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

Solved to wear down London Town

A glance to take my breath away

And drag me south from Holloway

You and no one else

And the king of a kingdom of mistakes

I've broken all the things that I could break

Fuck the fishing, I will abdicate

And meet you on the corner of the 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 resolve to start again