He got lucky, got lucky one time Hitting with the girl in room 509 She turned her back on him facing the frame Said: Listen, Joe, don't you come here again
White Sun scattered all over the sea He could think of nothing but her name Elise God is the sweat running down his back The water soaked her blonde hair black
It's a perfect day A perfect day, Elise
He got burned by the Sun (He's a lucky man) His face so pale and his hands so worn (And the sky) Let himself in room 509 (As she turned away) Said a prayer, pulled the trigger and cried (Tell me why)
