Lyric Paris

Nobody left in the airport lounge
They cleaned the ashtrays
TV s just wound down
I ve got to wait till morning
I ve got to last the night
I ve only got one book
To see me through my flight

But when I get to Paris
We ll paint all our portraits
In brush-strokes of yellow
And christen the canvas
The left bank is crying
For colour to crown it
Like the roof of a palace
We ll drink in the amber
When I get to Paris

You were the best of Montmartre Street life
You signed the tablecloth
Art has its price
It s so hard to hold on
To the ghost of your breed
It takes ambition
To call the colours you need

I ve got to wait till morning
I ve got to last the night
I ve only got one book
To see me through the flight