Our Lady of Pigalle - Lyrics - Madeleine Peyroux

Can I buy you something? Can I stroke your hair? Can I hold your hand and then 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, 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 10,000 years, the scent of life Bottled up in each 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 and 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