The City (Live at Sticky Studios) [Loose Change EP]

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

And this tower is alive

The lights that blind keep me awake

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

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

It will take me where I need to go

So I find it trips me up

And puts me down

This is not what I’m used to

And the shop across the road

Fulills 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

And London calls me a stranger, a traveller

This is now my home, my home

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

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 ** that will follow me

And London calls me a stranger

This is not my home, home

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

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

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