I’ll See You In Islington
They were saying that I was done
One last shot of the gun
Felt like I couldn’t fun
Without hurting someone
But life is art and art, to me music
Music, to me love
And homespun wisdom
Weaves through friction
And heals transgression
And I am the prodigal son

So to all you who think I am mad
One last wave the hand
Your villainous face on the glass, in the airport
Therefore farewell flakes
I’ll always love you beyond your mistakes
And for those of you who want to have fun
I’ll see you in Islington