Place Pigalle

Here's the foreign son on holiday

Meeting her eyes about halfway

A look you know it's killed many men

And I've been all of them, inside a week

See the man on the bar who got too drunk to speak

He adores that song, mundane as it is

Days in a dream that wasn't his

Nights up at the top of the lift

Where continents drift too far away

To keep it together for long

On this half holiday

From the bar they walk to Place Pigalle

The taxi waved down

Goodnight, sleep well

Now it's just a step to the door

And he wants all the more to bring her away

Out of this temporary half holiday