Abbey of England
Built on bones of kings and poets
How dreary your gate looks today
But I fell for you, Westminster.

Your tower shinning pristine
in a light afternoon rain
There's something quietly mysterious about you
on a foggy London day.

Tonight, I was invited to a party
The venue read "Kingdom of loneliness"
And the guest list had only My name in it
I wondered why I was the only one invited
So I went ahead to find out who invited me
And I found out, I invited Myself.