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 you'll cease to be

The undying love of the public eye 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