The City (Live At Sticky Studios) Lyrics By Ed Sheeran
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens peek through my window sill
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 'em tight
The sea fills my mind
Don't control what I'm into
And London calls me a stranger
A traveller
Oh
This is now my home
My home
Oh woah
I'm burning on the back street
Oh woah
Stuck here sittin' in the backseat
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
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
Fills my needs and gives me company when I need it
Voices speak through my wounds
I don't think I'm gonna make it
Past tomorrow
London calls me a stranger
A traveler
But,oh woah
This is now my home
My home
Oh woah
Burning on a backstreet
Oh woah
Stuck here sittin' in the backseat
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
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 the 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 elephants or inches 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 nose dives
Can't resort the arrogance with white lines
This city won't erase me
But I can't help but see that's how this dark city changed me
It's all the same scene music is my life but now
I try to find 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 away from all the negative shit that will follow me
London calls me a stranger
And this is not my home, home
Oh woah
I'm burning on the back street
Oh woah
Stuck here sittin' in the backseat
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
I'm burning on the back street
Oh woah
Stuck here sittin' in the backseat
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
(Was that alright, Jay?)
(That was fucking rubbish)
