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 |