If this city never sleeps, Rosie Thomas (y el metro de París)

Oh at night when I sleep

Oh the dreams come to me
Make me believe that my life is not my own
And if life were like my dreams
All the things I would see
I'd be so much braver than I know

No I can't understand
What it means to be a man
And to lead a woman from her home
And if love were indeed
All the things I believe
Then I guess I would never feel alone

Oh will I ever know?

And if this city never sleeps
Does that mean that noone dreams
And if that's so
Then I guess I'm going home