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 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 and more to take her away    Out of this temporary half holiday