The city never sleeps I hear the people walk by when it's late Sirens beat through my window sill I can't close my eyes Don't control what I'm into This tower is alive With lights that blind keep me awake Put my hood up, unlace and tie The street fills my mind Don't control what I'm into London calls me a stranger A traveller This is now my home, my home Oh woah Burning on the back street Oh woah Stuck here, sitting in the back seat Oh woah 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 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 And the shop across the road It fills my needs and keeps me company When I need it Voices beat through my walls I don't think I'm gonna make it Past to-mor-roow London calls me a stranger A traveller This is now my home, my home Oh woah Burning on the back street Oh woah Stuck here, sitting in the back seat Oh woah And I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't upto you If the city never sleeps then that makes two And my lungs hurt And my ears bled With the sounds 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 alone London calls me a stranger This is not my home, home Oh woah Burning on the back street Oh woah Stuck here, sitting in the back seat Oh woah And I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you If the city never sleeps then that makes two I'm from the city where the rain won't cease Pollution in the air matches that on the streets The black smoke Gets your head in to a muddle like Waliking into elephants, Syringes in a 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 the arrogance with white lights The city won't erase me But I can't help but see just how this dark city changed me It's all the same scene, 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 slowed down Now I start to do my music properly And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me London calls me a stranger This is now my home, home Oh woah Burning on the back street Oh woah Stuck here, sitting in the back seat 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