They’re pacing Piccadilly in packs again    And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain    The suns had enough and the simmering sky    Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire    Shop shutters rattle down and I’m cutting the crowd    All scented and descending from the satellite towns    The neon is graffiti singing make a new start    So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart       No I know I wont forget you    but I’ll forget myself    if the city will forgive me       The man on the door has a head like Mars    Like a baby born to the doors of the bars    And surrounded by steam with his folded arms    He’s got that urban genie thing going on    He’s so mercifully free of the pressures of grace    Saint Peter in satin he’s like Buddha with mace       No I know I wont forget you    but I’ll forget myself    if the city will forgive me       Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand    Thinking too hard about the way you stand    Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long    Are you falling in love every second song       No I know I wont forget you    but I’ll forget myself    and the city will forgive me