Paris

<br>Nobody left in the airport lounge<br>They cleaned the ashtrays<br>TV`s just wound down<br>I`ve got to wait till morning<br>I`ve got to last the night<br>I`ve only got one book<br>To see me through my flight<br><br>But when I get to Paris<br>We`ll paint all our portraits<br>In brush-strokes of yellow<br>And christen the canvas<br>The left bank is crying<br>For colour to crown it<br>Like the roof of a palace<br>We`ll drink in the amber<br>When I get to Paris<br><br>You were the best of Montmartre Street life<br>You signed the tablecloth<br>Art has its price<br>It`s so hard to hold on<br>To the ghost of your breed<br>It takes ambition<br>To call the colours you need<br><br>I`ve got to wait till morning<br>I`ve got to last the night<br>I`ve only got one book<br>To see me through the flight