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