The City (Live)

The city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens beat through my window sill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what I'm into

This tower is alive
With lights that blind keep me awake
Put my hood up, unlace and tie
The street fills my mind
Don't control what I'm into

London calls me a stranger
A traveller
This is now my home, my home
Oh woah
Burning on the back street
Oh woah
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat
Oh woah
I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

The pavement is my friend
It'll take me where I need to go
I find it trips me up
And puts me down
This is not what I'm used to

And the shop across the road
It fills my needs and keeps me company
When I need it
Voices beat through my walls
I don't think I'm gonna make it
Past to-mor-roow

London calls me a stranger
A traveller
This is now my home, my home
Oh woah
Burning on the back street
Oh woah
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat
Oh woah
And I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't upto you
If the city never sleeps then that makes two

And my lungs hurt
And my ears bled
With the sounds of the city life
Echoed in my head
Do I need this to keep me alive?
The traffic stops and starts
But I need to move alone

London calls me a stranger
This is not my home, home
Oh woah
Burning on the back street
Oh woah
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat
Oh woah
And I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
If the city never sleeps then that makes two

I'm from the city where the rain won't cease
Pollution in the air matches that on the streets
The black smoke
Gets your head in to a muddle like
Waliking into elephants, Syringes in a puddle like
I was a country boy when I moved out
Grew up too fast for my family to find out
Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives
Can't resort the arrogance with white lights
The city won't erase me
But I can't help but see just how this dark city changed me
It's all the same scene, music is my life, but now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North, South, East, West, London's my home now, knees weak
But we never slowed down
Now I start to do my music properly
And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me

London calls me a stranger
This is now my home, home

Oh woah
Burning on the back street
Oh woah
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat
Oh woah
And I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two