Nobody left in the airport lounge
They cleaned the ashtrays
TV's just wound downI've got to wait till morning
I've got to last the night
I've only got one book
To see me through my flightBut when I get to Paris
We'll paint all our portraits
In brush-strokes of yellow
And christen the canvasThe left bank is crying
For color to crown it
Like the roof of a palace
We'll drink in the amber
When I get to ParisYou were the best
Of Montmartre Street life
You signed the tablecloth
Art has its priceIt's so hard to hold on
To the ghost of your breed
It takes ambition
To call the colors you needOh, but when I get to Paris
We'll paint all our portraits
In brush-strokes of yellow
And christen the canvasThe left bank is crying
For color to crown it
Like the roof of a palace
We'll drink in the amber
When I get to ParisI've got to wait till morning
Oh, I've got to last the night
I've only got one book
To see me through my flightOh, but when I get to Paris
We'll paint all our portraits
In brush-strokes of yellow
And christen the canvasThe left bank is crying
For color to crown it
Like the roof of a palace
We'll drink in the amber
When I get to ParisLike the roof of a palace
We'll drink in the amber
When I get to ParisParis
Paris
Paris
Songwriters
JOHN, ELTON / TAUPIN, BERNIEPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group