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
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