Not in That Bed Tonight

No sleep
Not in that bed tonight

Your key's still on my ring
I hear it every step I take
Night bus twenty-nine
Empty seats and a window shake
Kebab shop shutter half down
He waves me in, I shake my head
One voicemail I haven't played
Three weeks old, still red

Don't call me home
Don't slow me down
The flat's too quiet
The club's too loud

No sleep in the city (no sleep)
Your key's still on my ring
No sleep in the city (no sleep)
Every step I hear it sing

No sleep, no sleep
Not in that bed tonight
Not in that bed tonight
Not in that bed tonight

Warehouse queue at three
Bouncer knows me by now
I dance next to strangers
Who don't know what I'm running from
Phone face-down in my back pocket
Buzzing like it wants me back
But the kick drum doesn't ask me
Where I've been or where I'm at

Don't call me home
Don't slow me down
The flat's too quiet
The club's too loud

No sleep in the city (no sleep)
Your key's still on my ring
No sleep in the city (no sleep)
Every step I hear it sing

Five a.m., the lights come up
I play the voicemail on the stairs
It's you, asking for your jacket back
That's all that's in there

No sleep
No sleep

No sleep in the city (no sleep)
I take your key off my ring
No sleep in the city (no sleep)
Tonight I'm going home to sleep
Tonight I'm going home to sleep

No sleep
Just tonight