Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what I'm into
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) And this tower is alive
The lights that blind keep me awake
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) My hood up and lace untied
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Sleep fills my mind
Don't control what I'm into
London calls me a stranger, a traveller, oh-oh
This is now my home, my home
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, I'm burning on the back street
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, stuck here sitting in the backseat
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, 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
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) The pavement is my friend
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) It will take me where I need to go
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) So I find it trips me up
And puts me down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) This is not what I'm used to
And the shop across the road
Fulfills my needs and gives me company
When I need it
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Voices speak through my walls
I don't think I'm gonna make it
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Past tomorrow
And London calls me a stranger, a traveller, oh-oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, I'm burning on the back street
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, stuck here sitting in the backseat
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, 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
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
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) This city won't erase me
But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) It's all the same see, music is my life, but
Now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) North, South, East, West, London's my home now
Knees weak, but we never slow down
(Oh-oh) Now I start to do my music properly
And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me
And London calls me a stranger
This is not my home, home
Oh-woah, I'm burning on the back street
Oh-woah, stuck here sitting in the backseat
Oh-woah, 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
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, I'm burning on the back street
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, stuck here sitting in the backseat
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-woah, 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
Was that alright, Jake?
That's fucking