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 controll 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

Don't con­trol what I'm into

London calls me a stranger

A tra­vel­ler

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

And if the city never sleeps

Then that makes two