paris

Lyrics

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