Driving nails into my brain
to the sobs of the last metro
pigalle at night I am writing to you
to the metro of melancholy
the streets §it stinks it smells of flowers
the harm you have done to my heart
on rochechouart garbage truck
on my solex there are suns
me v 'there again downstairs from your house
running after all the cats
your first name in ink
tattooed on the end of the arm< br/>drive nails into my brain
and even if I have you under my skin
the streets are dead and I write
to wake up the sleeping
pigalle at night I'm too drunk
there's something sexy under the paving stones
deep down in the girls, deep down in things
we all end up overdosing
at the transvestite of my sleepless nights
everything is rotten at the white metro
I cried your name on the platforms
to the health of drowned loves
it's five o'clock the garbage collectors
empty the hearts of cities in tears
it's five o'clock my heart hurts
it's five o'clock it's five o'clock
on the quays I got hit
I played the djembe too loudly
blue rivers in the depths of my eyes
mousetraps for our farewells
there are pills to forget you
paradises in the evenings
paris finished rotten paris
my insomnia you are gone
to the lighthouse of your eyelids
I thought I saw lights
the streets stink, they smell like flowers
the harm you did to my heart
on rochechouart garbage truck
on my solex there are suns
I see you there again
running after all the cats
your first name in spine ink
tattooed on the end of the arm
pigalle at night I'm too drunk
there's something sexy under the cobblestones
deep down girls deep down
we all end up overdosing
the transvestite of my sleepless nights
everything is rotten in the white metro
I cried your name on the quays
to the health of drowned loves
it's five o'clock the garbage collectors
empty the hearts of cities in tears
it's five o'clock I heartache
it's five o'clock it's five o'clock