This City

First of long haul jets are rumbling
In to land, far away
Rest your weary, travelled eyes
Fixed here on the ground
In the distance sirens wine, a night shift ends, a child cries
Market stalls go up, I hang around

And I'm still drunk on lies, so I won’t sleep tonight.
Oh this city holds my eyes, so I won’t sleep tonight.

Branded by a blackbird singing
Circles round our guttered souls
And I’ll dance amongst the bottles, broken
Scarred us as our lives unfold
And I’ll stay here with the strangers, stragglers
Workers smoke the crack of dawn
A fault-line through the city
For the takers, and the hangers on