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

His face so pale and his hands so worn

Let himself in room 509

Said a prayer, pulled a trigger and cried,