The City (Live)

This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
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 (yeah)
London calls me a stranger
A traveller
This is now my home, my home
I'm burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
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
The pavement is my friend
And it'll 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
And I, 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
I'm burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
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
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
Now
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 **** that will follow me
London calls me a stranger
This is not my home now
Home
I'm burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
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
I'm burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
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