The City

This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what I'm into

And this tower is alive
The lights that blind, keep me awake
With my hood up and lace untied
Sleep fills my mind
Can't control what I'm into

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

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two yeah

The pavement is my friend
And 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
Fulfils my needs and gives me company
When I need it
Voices speak through my walls
I don't think I'm gonna make it
Past tomorrow

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

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two

And my lungs hurt and my ears bled
With the sound 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 along

I'm from a city where the rain won't cease
Pollution in the air matches that on the street
'Cause the black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like
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 to arrogance with white lines now

And this city won't erase me
But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me
It's all the same see, music is my life, but
I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North, South, East, West, London's my home now
Knees weak, but we never slow down
Now I start to do my music properly
And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me

London calls me a stranger

This is not my home now, my home

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two