歌手:Ed Sheeran
专辑:《Loose Change》

作词 : Ed Sheeran/Jake Gosling
作曲 : Ed Sheeran/Jake Gosling
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
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 the backseat
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 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
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 traveller
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
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 streets,
The black smoke,
Gets your head in to a muddle like,
Waliking into elephants, Syringes in a 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 nosedives,
Can't resort the arrogance with white lights,
The city won't erase me,
But I can't help but see just how this dark city changed me,
It's all the same scene, music is my life, But now I try to fight whatever
I need to hide from,
North, South, East, West, Londons my home now, knees weak,
But we never slowed down,
Now I start to do my music properly,
And stay away from all the negative **** that will follow me.
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
And if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two
Burning on the back street,
Stuck here sitting in the back seat,
And I'm blazing on the street,
What I do isn't upto you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two