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