The asphalt warm from summer rain
The air stil crisp from that last storm
It bites our toes as we run barefoot
Our bodies melt and lose their form

We are now one, soaking up sunlight
In these old drunken London blocks
Our feet will flutter over bridges
As we touch flowers, trees, and clocks

Who fared about what he tomorrow
Today is  all we'll ever need
So we keep running- it's been hours
It makes no difference who is lead.