The City Lyrics By Ed Sheeran
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 into
And this tower is alive
The lights that blind keep me awake
With my hood up and lace untied
And sleep fills my mind
Don't control what I'm into
London calls me a stranger
A traveller
Oh, oh, oh
This is now my home, my home
Oh, oh
I'm burning on the backstreet, oh, oh
Stuck here, sitting in the backseat, oh oh
And I'm blazing on the street
And what I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two, yeah
The pavement is my friend
And 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 to
And the shop across the road
Fulfills my needs and gives me company
When I need it
Voices bleed through my walls
And I, I don't think I'm gonna make it
Past tomorrow
London calls me a stranger
A traveller
Oh, oh, oh
This is now my home, my home
Oh, oh
I'm burning on the backstreet, oh, oh
Stuck here, sitting in the backseat, oh, oh
And I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause 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
'Cause the black smoke gets your head into a muddle
Like walking into elephant syringes in a puddle
Like, 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 to arrogance or white lines now
And this city won't erase me
But I cannot help to see this
How this dark city changed me
It's all the same, see
Music is my life
But 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
I was taught to do my music properly
And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me
London calls me a stranger
Whoa, oh
This is not my home now
My home
Oh, oh
I'm burning on the backstreet, oh, oh
Stuck here, sitting in the backseat, oh, oh
And I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two
Oh, oh
I'm burning on the backstreet, oh, oh
Stuck here, sitting in the backseat, oh, oh
And I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two
