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 high