Letra de The City (Live at Sticky Studios; Loose Change EP)
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 intoAnd this tower is alive The lights that blind keep me awake With my hood up and lace untied The sleep fills my mind Don't control what I'm intoLondon calls me a stranger A traveller Oh -oh ooh This is now my home, my home Ooh -oh I'm burning on the back street Ooh -ohStuck here sitting in the backseat Ooh -oh And I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes twoThe pavement is my friend It will take me where I need to go 'Cause I find it trips me up And puts me down This is not what I'm used toAnd this 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 tomorrowLondon calls me a stranger A traveller Oh -oh ooh This is now my home, my home Ooh -ohI'm burning on the back street Ooh-oh Stuck here sitting in the backseat Ooh -oh And I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes twoAnd 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 alongI'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 liesThis 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 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 shit that will follow meLondon calls me a stranger This is not my home, home Ooh -oh I'm burning on the back street Ooh -oh Stuck here sitting in the backseat Ooh -oh I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes twoOoh -oh I'm burning on the back street Ooh -oh Stuck here, sitting in the back seat Ooh -oh 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