Paris

Written by：Elton John/Bernie Taupin

Nobody left in the airport lounge

They cleaned the ashtrays

Tvs just wound down

I've got to wait from 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

Well 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

Well drink in the amber

When I get to paris

You were the best of montmartre street life

You signed the tablecloth

Art has it's price

It's so hard to hold on

To the ghost of your breed

It takes ambition

To call the colours you need

But when I get to paris

Well paint all our portraits

In brus strokes of yellow

And christen the canvas

The left bank is crying

For colour to crown it

Like the roof of a palace

Well drink in the amber

When I get to paris

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

Well 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

Well drink in the amber

When I get to paris

Like the roof of a palace

Well drink in the amber

When I get to paris

Paris

Paris

Paris