The City

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 town is alive

With lights that blind keep me awake

With my hood up and lace untied

The street fills my mind

Don't control what I'm into

London calls me a stranger

A traveller ohoohohh

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

And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

The pavement is my friend

It'll take me where I need to go

If I find it trips me up

And puts me down

This is not what I'm used to

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 ohoohohh

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

And 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 along

I'm from a city where the rain won't cease

Pollution in the air matches that on the street

The black smoke gets your head in a muddle like

Walking into elephants syringes in the puddle like

I was a country boy when I moved out

Grew up to fast for my family to find out

Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives

Can't resort to arrogance with white lies

This city won't erase me

But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me

It's all the same scene 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 away from the negitave s**t 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

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