Текст песни Elton John - Paris
Elton John - Paris слова песни
Nobody left in the airport loungeThey cleaned the ashtraysTV`s just wound downI`ve got to wait till morningI`ve got to last the nightI`ve only got one bookTo see me through my flightBut when I get to ParisWe`ll paint all our portraitsIn brush-strokes of yellowAnd christen the canvasThe left bank is cryingFor colour to crown itLike the roof of a palaceWe`ll drink in the amberWhen I get to ParisYou were the best of Montmartre Street lifeYou signed the tableclothArt has its priceIt`s so hard to hold onTo the ghost of your breedIt takes ambitionTo call the colours you needI`ve got to wait till morningI`ve got to last the nightI`ve only got one bookTo see me through the flight