Crash - David Jones

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

Hood up and lace untied

Sleep fills my mind

Can’t control what I’m into

London calls me a stranger, a traveller

This is now my home, my home (Woo!)

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

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 (Woo!)

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

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