Sick of the City (Sick of Myself) Lyrics

Lost in the crowd of Trafalgar tonight

Though I'm wired, I'm really too weary to fight

Morning is haunting me, memories daunting me,

You in my periphery taunting me

A stain on the window blocking the sky

The shape of you still stuck in my eye

Smoke in the distance, dust on the shelf

Am I sick of the city or sick of myself?

I'm exhausted by all that you do

The activist, hedonist muscling through

Maybe it's me, maybe I'm growing cynical

But your struggle seems a little bit clinical

So meet me instead on a level ground

Present to me all the evidence that you found

Take it with salt and I'll wish you good health

I'm sick of the city and sick of myself

Please, please Athena return to me

Give me strength to make a move

I have nothing left to offer them

Nothing left to prove

I bought a new raincoat, I stitched on the wings

Now I'm flying through all of these meaningless things

Mud in the river, blood in the veins.

Shattering windows and rattling trains.

What was once ordered is now rearranged

Nothing is tangible, everything's strange

But I wear it with grace and I wear it with style

But I'm sick of the city, I been sick for a while

I been sick for a while so I give it some thought

What I once knew will now be untaught

Turning away from another mechanical

Algorithm and another tyrannical

Preacher of soundbites, of struggle and strife

'Tired of London, Tired of Life'

But my heads out the window and I feel it blow

Sick of the city and I think that I'll go