Place Pigalle
Here's the fallen sun on holiday
Meeting her byes about halfway
Looking it's killed many men
And I've been all of them
Inside a week
See the man in the bar
Who got too drunk to speak
He adores that song, mundane as it is
The days in a dream
That wasn't his
Nights about the top of the lift
When it's gone to it's drifted far away
To keep it together for long, it's 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
When he walks all or more to bring her away
Out of this temporary half holiday