Stuck here sitting in the backseat I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you 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 And the shop across the road fulfils 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 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 If the city never sleeps then that makes two You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Ed Sheeran 2008) I don't want bruise your ears Or hurt you again But I got back-stabbed by a black cab When I needed a