Song | Paris |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Leather Jackets |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
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 |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
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 brushstrokes 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 |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
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 brushstrokes 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 |