Perdu Dans Paris The square's a picture postcard And it's just like on TV The brasseries and sprawling pavement cafés Casting lumiere onto the streets of Gay Paris And the searchlight from the great tower hits the evening As the white buildings sauté in the oil of the setting sun....
The doorway of the Gare Du Nord is a festival Of commuters and tourists all on their beat The hive of cars and trams and taxis Leaving time-lapse ribbons hanging there, all down the street And the Sacre-Coeur lights, they stay on 'til midnight While the ghosts of the great artists still do their rounds
As the night comes around the city settles down, From this hotel room I've found, there's two cities in this town, and two paths to go down
There's a line of sleeping bags now, where the souvenir stands stood, Taking the last begrudging Euros from the hands of the tourists
for the pockets of the hoods
The station canopy's a doss house now, and every city street's a lounge Toa thousand homeless lost souls on the late shift, On a late night litter scrounge Pulling pizzas from the bins on the Champs Elysées Forming huddled groups down by the Siene at Notre Dame
And as the city settles down, you don't wanna be around 'Cos from this hotel room I've found, theres two cities in this town, And I'm living in one, but I could be in the other tomorrow, Oh tomorrow!
Breathing in the morning air on the balcony some hours later It all seems like a dream And I wonder if those people gathered by the Metro, Are the ones who slept beneath me And the city and its monuments, will they reach the horizon now, Whether Paris, or London, or Berlin, or Southend-On-Sea