It's a red, red glow above the skyline,   Feel the city twitch,   Feel the city wake.   It's a black, black sky by 6pm,   Makes me feel inspired,   Makes me feel alone.   I'm coming home to you.   The Greater London Radio tonight,   Says no matter what I do I can't speed my love to you.   Traffic's caused a roadblock in my heart,   Hold on my sweetheart,   Hold on my sweetheart,   I'm going to mend my wicked ways,   Now I've lost my friends I have something to say.   The city has no faith if we've no faith in the city,   But this is my home, this is where I want to be.   And on the radio, it's the evening news,   But all I think of is you.   I used to think it was our politics not how we treat people,   That taught us who we are,   I was wrong.   I can't make it OK.