This city never sleep s
I hear the people walk by when it's late
S irens bleed through my window sill I c an't c lose my eyes
D on't control what I'm int o
T his tower is ali ve
T he lights that blind keep me awa ke
W ith my hood up and lace untied sleep fills my mind
D on't control what I'm int o
London c alls me a stranger a travell er
This is now my home my home
O h oh I'm burning o n the back streets
O h oh stu ck her e sitting in the back seat
O h oh and I'm b lazing on the street
And w hat I do isn't up to you
And if the c ity never sleeps then that makes two
T he pavement is my friend
It will take me where I need to g o
I find it trips me up and pu ts me down
T his is not what I'm us ed to
The shop across the road
Fulfills my needs and gives me co mpany when I need it
V oices speak through my walls I don't think I'm gonna make it
P ast tomorro w
London c alls me a strange r a travel ler
This is now my home my home
O h oh I'm burning o n the back streets
O h oh stu ck her e sitting in the back seat
O h oh and I'm b lazing on the street
And w hat I do isn't up to you
And if the c ity 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
T he traffic stops and starts but I need to move along
I 'm from a city where the rain won't cease
Pol lution in the air matches t hat on the street
The bl ack smoke gets you head into a muddle like
W alking into elep hant syringes in the puddle like
I was a country boy when I moved out
G rew up too fast for my family to find out
N ow I try to stop my music running into nosedives
C an't resort to arrogance with w hite lies
This city won't erase me
But I can't help to see how this d ark city changed me
I t's all the same scene music is my life
But I try to fight whate ver I need to hide from
North South East West
London's my h ome now knees weak b ut we never slow down
N ow I start to do my music properly
And s tay from all the negat ive shit that will follow me
London c alls me a stranger a travell er
This is now my home my home
O h oh I'm burning o n the back streets
O h oh stu ck her e sitting in the back seat
O h oh and I'm b lazing on the street
And w hat I do isn't up to you
And if the c ity never sleeps then that makes two
O h oh I'm burning o n the back streets
O h oh stu ck her e sitting in the back seat
O h oh and I'm b lazing on the street
And w hat I do isn't up to you
And if the c ity never sleeps then that makes two
