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