text: The City Lyrics
  This city never sleeps
  I hear the people walk by when its late
  Sirens bleed through my windowsill
  I cant close my eyes
  Cant control what Im into
  This tower is alive
  The lights that blind keep me awake
  With my hood up and lace untied
  Sleep fills my mind
  Cant control what Im into
  London calls me a stranger
  A traveler
  This is now my home, my home
  Im burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  Im blazing on the street
  What I do isnt up to you
  And if the city never sleeps
  Then that makes two
  The pavement is my friend
  And it will take me where I need to go
  I find it trips me up
  And puts me down
  This is not what Im used to
  The shop across the road
  Fulfills my needs and gives me company
  When I need it
  Voices speak through my walls
  I dont think Im gonna make it
  Past tomorrow
  London calls me a stranger
  A traveler
  This is now my home, my home
  Im burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  Im blazing on the street
  What I do isnt 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 your 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 see, music is my life, but
  Now 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, home
  Im burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  Im blazing on the street
  What I do isnt up to you
  And if the city never sleeps
  Then that makes two
  Im burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  Im blazing on the street
  What I do isnt up to you
  And if the city never sleeps
  Then that makes two
  That was fun!Embed