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 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 along that wall

No it is not from the academy

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 along that wall

No it is not from the academy

Walk along that wall

From this moment on

You'll cease to be

But still

Whomever has looked at beauty is marked out already by death

Still so beautiful as the angels

As the angels came down from high