London they said 

Is where the world comes

Because they dream.

And dreamers come to London

Because their dreams are bigger

Than their beds

Bigger than their suitcases

Boats, backpacks and legroom

And their passports, bank accounts

Song books and mix tapes

Bigger than fears and sorrows

And mothers bosoms 

And lovers eyes

Dreams are bigger in London

The rooms are smaller though

And everyone dreams alone

In their beds and their buses

Desks and doorsteps

At night and by day

London is full of dreamers

Holding doors open for those

Who’ve never had to dream

London is full of dreamers

Holding on to their dreams

Often gently, with a soft hand

Dreams shatter in London

Half baked clay toys

As held tightly by children

Held dearly too as dreams are

Often the wealth a man has

And often in London

The measure of a man.

So London, I say

Is where the world comes 

Because they dream

And the streets of London

Shine brighter 

As they are paved with dreams.