This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my window sill, I can't close my eyes
Don't control what I'm into
This tower is alive
The lights that blind keep me awake
With my hood up and lace untied, sleep fills my mind
Don'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 streets
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street
And what I do isn't up to you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
The pavement is my friend
It will 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
The shop across the road
Fulfills 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 streets
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street
And what I do isn't up to you,
And 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
The black smoke gets you head into a muddle, like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like
I 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 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 from all the negative shit that will follow me
London calls me a stranger, a traveller
This is now my home, my home
Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street
And what I do isn't up to you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street
And what I do isn't up to you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two