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