[Spoken Intro] My name is Peter Grant. I took a statement from a ghost, I... met a wizard. I'm not mad, delusional, high on d**... Magic is real. The world is full of gods and monsters. One thing's for certain. I'm still a copper. I'm still gonna get the job done [Verse 1] Listen. The city lives, the city never sleeps The city has arteries, the city breathes The river bed's just the veins, the murky waters like blood Getting pumped to the brain How I'm in tune with it? Truth is a don't know Ever since I saw the moon over Soho Somehow I was tuned into the sound of those From broken homes and the whispers underground Forma in my palm brings a light to the dark Battles in the alleyways, fights in the park Following the Faceless (Dunhill to Ivory?) Back into the Folly where I study in the library Ancient forces, travelling immortals Flesh may be limited, but magic is immortal I'm at one with the city I'm from London is the battleground and this is my gun So now I'm [Hook] Getting cold shivers as I'm following these rivers of London At every crossroad junction Tell me which way do I turn? This way I could drown, that way I could get burnt Getting cold shivers as I'm following these rivers of London At every crossroad junction For the trees, I could barely see the forest And since I was young, if I'm modest, never believed [Verse 2] There was anything especially unique about me Just another Londoner underneath these cloudy Grey skies, perhaps it was something of a surprise That my mother was black, and my old man was white And I, guess that was the weird way round I'm light-skinned, a very clear shade brown Product of an African immigrant and a British jazz man A novelty for my Grandad But to me I was normal, state school informal Summer holidays in Cornwall Not quite fish and chips, though, that wasn't right I'd have the fish, but I'd mix it with jollof rice On my estate, mates went around robbing bikes Graduating to cars and banks, proper crime A lot of guys kinda famous on the street Made it awkward when I started training for police [Hook] Getting cold shivers as I'm following these rivers of London At every crossroad junction Tell me which way do I turn? This way I could drown, that way I could get burnt [Bridge (Spoken)] Are we born for this, is it destiny? My heart's arguing with the rest of me Are we born for this, is it destiny? (PC Grant, do you copy, you're on channel 7) My heart's arguing with the rest of me (Please update your location and status, over.) [Verse 3] Oh, by the way have you ever seen a ghost? A real live spirit, not a joke or a hoax? What if it spoke to you? What if it spoke back? Hard to define as a bloke-to-bloke chat I'd say that's a life changer Now things are quite strange, I'm in all types of danger But over my head flies a Nightingale Ready for anything this might entail So now we're [Hook] Getting cold shivers as I'm following these rivers of London At every crossroad junction Tell me which way do I turn? This way I could drown, that way I could get burnt Getting cold shivers as I'm following these rivers of London At every crossroad junction Tell me which way do I turn? This way I could drown, that way I could get burnt