Ed Sheeran - The City Lyrics
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 town is alive,With lights that blind keep me awake,With my hood up, and lace untied,The street fills my mind,Don't control what I'm into.,London calls me a stranger,A traveller Ohoohohh,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,And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.,The pavement is my friend,It'll take me where I need to go,If I find it trips me up,And puts me down,This is not what I'm used to.,[Verse]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 Ohoohohh,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,And 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 alongIm from a city where the rain won't ceasePollution in the air matches that on the streetThe black smoke gets your head in a muddle, likeWalking into elephants syringes in the puddle, likeI was a country boy when I moved outGrew up to fast for my family to find outNow I try to stop my music running into nosedivesCan't resort to arrogance with white liesThis city won't erase meBut I cant help to see how this dark city changed meIt's all the same scene, music is my lifeBut I try to fight whatever I need to hide fromNorth South East WestLondon's my home now knees weak but we never slow downNow I start to do my music properlyAnd stay away from the negitave s**t that will follow meLondon 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. 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.
