London's full of anger
I cannot express
My mind, it only wanders
To the memory of her dress

The night plays tricks upon me
The streets become unknown
I see her in the lamplight
Her dark eyes on the stone

Can I find a way to stop this?
These thoughts I must repress
Can I find a way to move on
From the memory of her dress?

I walk into the garden
Put my hands into the earth
I feel the pulse of London
Take me back to her

I felt her see into me
And now feel only shame
She knows the sins I'm guilty of
And that I'm the one to blame

And though I drink to forget
I still need to feel less
To forget the way she saw me
And the memory of her dress