Elliott Smith - Place Pigalle lyrics

Here's the foreign son on holiday Meeting her eyes about halfway A look you know it's k**ed 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 endures 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