The City (Live At The Bedford)

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 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 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 Hey and 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 I'm burning on the back street Stuck here sitting in the backseat I'm blazing on the street 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 sleep Pollution in the air matches that on the street The black smoke Gets your head into a muddle like Walking into elephants Syringes in a puddle like I was a country boy when I moved out Grew up to fast for my family to find out Now I need to stop my music running into nose dives Can't reduce to arrogance With white lies This city wants to raise me But I can't seem to see this How this dark city changed me It's all the same see Music is my life but Now I try to fight What ever I need to hide from North south east west London's my home now Knees week but we never slow down Now I start to do my music properly I'll stay away from all the negative shit That will follow me London calls me a stranger This is not my home I'm burning on the back street Stuck here sitting in the backseat 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 I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes two