Place Pigalle de Elliott Smith

Here's the fallen sun on holiday
Meeting her byes about it way
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 its drift far away
To keep it together for long its 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's walks all and more to take her away
Out of this temporary half holiday

Here's the fallen sun on holiday
Meeting her byes about it way
Looking it's killed many men