The City
This city never sleeps, I hear the people walk by when it’s lateSirens bleed through my windowsill, I can’t close my eyesDon’t control what I’m intoThis tower is alive, the lights that blind keep me awakeHood up and lace untied, sleep fills my mindCan’t control what I’m into
London calls me a stranger, a travellerThis is now my home, my home
I’m burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI’m blazing on the streetWhat I do isn’t up to youIf the city never sleeps then that makes two
The pavement is my friend, it will take me where I need to goI find it trips me up and puts me downThis is not what I’m used toAnd the shop across the road fulfils my needs and gives me companyWhen I need itVoices speak through my walls, I don’t think I’m gonna make itPast tomorrow
London calls me a stranger, a travellerThis is now my home, my home
I’m burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI’m blazing on the streetWhat I do isn’t up to youIf the city never sleeps then that makes two
And my lungs hurt and my ears bledWith the sound of the city life echoed in my headDo I need this to keep me alive?The traffic stops and starts but I need to move along
London calls me a strangerThis is not my home, home
I’m burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI’m blazing on the streetWhat I do isn’t up to youIf the city never sleeps then that makes two