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
Can’t
control what I’m into
London
calls me a stranger, a traveler
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
If the city never sleeps then that makes
two
The
pavement is my friend
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
And 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 traveler
This is now my home, my home
I’m burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in my backseat
I’m blazing on the street
What I do
isn’t up to you
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
London
calls me a stranger
This is not my home, 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
If the city never sleeps then that makes two
