Matinee Idol
This is the day, the day of the death, the death of the matinee idol
Still so beautiful as the angels, as the angels came down from on high
So sweet and so soft, so charmingly daft
So young was the matinee idol
Lips of crimson slightly open, as the flash and all fame put to rest
Walk, walk along that wall
No it is not from the academy
Walk, walk along that wall
From this moment on you'll cease to be the undying love of the public eye
And so goes one more, away from the maze,
Away for to sit at the table
Above Babel, far from this world
While standing on the boulevard
Walk, walk along that wall
No it is not from the academy
Walk, walk along that wall
From this moment on you'll cease to be
But still, whomever has looked at
Looked at beauty is marked out
Is marked out already by death
Whomever has looked at
Looked at beauty is marked out
Is marked out already by death
Still so beautiful as the angels, as the angels came down from on high
