Our Lady Of Pigalle Lyrics

Song	Our Lady Of Pigalle
Artist	Madeleine Peyroux
Album	Bare Bones
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	Can I buy you something, can
	I stroke your hair,
	Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere?
	You’re a young nobody, you’re a perfect soul,
	You’re an empty altar that can make me whole.
	Can I take you somewhere, can
	I wipe your tears,
	Can I fill your pockets or befriend you here?
	You’re the final offer for the men who call,
	My highest hiding place, our lady of
	Pigalle.Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our lady of
	Pigalle.You’re a young nobody,
	I’m a passing glance
	In the mad injustice of eternal romance;
	Beloved, broken into and caressed,
	You will bridge the waters and
	I’ll give you rest.
	In the early hours when the streetlights fade,
	For my inquisition and my last crusade,
	You’ll be savior, a reason for it all
	And I’ll be blessed and favored, our lady of
	Pigalle.Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our
	Lady of Pigalle.
	Up to the places of your heart where souls wrestle angels in the dark
	Ten thousand years the scent of life bottled up in you child,
	You’re driving men wild!
	Can I buy you something, can
	I wash your feet,
	Can I read you poems of my thirsty retreat?
	I’m a young nobody,
	I’m a perfect soul,
	I can take you in,
	I can make you whole.
	Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls, and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our
	Lady of Pigalle.

	Can I buy you something, can
	I stroke your hair,
	Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere?
	You' re a young nobody, you' re a perfect soul,
	You' re an empty altar that can make me whole.
	Can I take you somewhere, can
	I wipe your tears,
	Can I fill your pockets or befriend you here?
	You' re the final offer for the men who call,
	My highest hiding place, our lady of
	Pigalle. Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our lady of
	Pigalle. You' re a young nobody,
	I' m a passing glance
	In the mad injustice of eternal romance
	Beloved, broken into and caressed,
	You will bridge the waters and
	I' ll give you rest.
	In the early hours when the streetlights fade,
	For my inquisition and my last crusade,
	You' ll be savior, a reason for it all
	And I' ll be blessed and favored, our lady of
	Pigalle. Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our
	Lady of Pigalle.
	Up to the places of your heart where souls wrestle angels in the dark
	Ten thousand years the scent of life bottled up in you child,
	You' re driving men wild!
	Can I buy you something, can
	I wash your feet,
	Can I read you poems of my thirsty retreat?
	I' m a young nobody,
	I' m a perfect soul,
	I can take you in,
	I can make you whole.
	Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls, and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our
	Lady of Pigalle.

	Can I buy you something, can
	I stroke your hair,
	Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere?
	You' re a young nobody, you' re a perfect soul,
	You' re an empty altar that can make me whole.
	Can I take you somewhere, can
	I wipe your tears,
	Can I fill your pockets or befriend you here?
	You' re the final offer for the men who call,
	My highest hiding place, our lady of
	Pigalle. Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our lady of
	Pigalle. You' re a young nobody,
	I' m a passing glance
	In the mad injustice of eternal romance
	Beloved, broken into and caressed,
	You will bridge the waters and
	I' ll give you rest.
	In the early hours when the streetlights fade,
	For my inquisition and my last crusade,
	You' ll be savior, a reason for it all
	And I' ll be blessed and favored, our lady of
	Pigalle. Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our
	Lady of Pigalle.
	Up to the places of your heart where souls wrestle angels in the dark
	Ten thousand years the scent of life bottled up in you child,
	You' re driving men wild!
	Can I buy you something, can
	I wash your feet,
	Can I read you poems of my thirsty retreat?
	I' m a young nobody,
	I' m a perfect soul,
	I can take you in,
	I can make you whole.
	Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
	On a flying buttress with stony feet?
	In the revolutions we tear down your walls, and then
	Redeem you, reclaim you, our
	Lady of Pigalle.

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