This never sleeps

I hear the people walk by when it's late

Si­rens bleed th­rough my win­dows­ill

I

Don't what I'm into

This is

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

calls me a

A tra­vel­ler

This is now my , my home

I'm bur­ning on the back street

Stuck here sit­ting in my back­se­at

I'm bla­zing

What I do isn't up to you

And if the city sleeps

Then that makes two