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.