I figured out what can move me It's trains and hugs, planes and sushi And I'm sorry, but Boris, I'm leaving I'm not good for anyone here We reached the end of a decade Greenwich morphs to an arcade Suffolk turns into a highway Up to Hamlet's a tax break New Islington, a headache And Richmond's still shit I can't believe that I'm leaving I can't believe that I'm leaving I don't think I want to leave you I don't think I want to leave you here alone But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you And burn down your towers before helping you They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you They'll make you jump under trains before helping you And even though I'm finished, I'm not quite done with it No matter how far I run south, I'm always there My lovers, my colleagues, my best friends and enemies I don't think I want to leave you