Matinee Idol

This is the dayThe day of the deathThe death of the matinee idolStill so beautiful as the angelsAs the angels came down from highSo sweet and so softSo charmingly daftSo young was the matinee idolLips of crimson, slightly openAs the flash and all fame put to restWalk along that wallNo it is not from the academyWalk along that wallFrom this moment onYou'll cease to be the undying love of the public eyeAnd so goes one more away from the mazeAway for to sit at the table above babelFar from this worldWhile standing on the boulevardWalk along that wallNo it is not from the academyWalk along that wallFrom this moment onYou'll cease to beBut stillWhomever has looked at beauty is marked out already by deathStill so beautiful as the angelsAs the angels came down from high