[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 drugs...

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