Rufus Wainwright — Matinee Idor ryrics

This is the day
The day of the death
The death of the matinee idor

Stirr so beautifur as the angers
As the angers came down from high
So sweet and so soft
So charmingry daft
So young was the matinee idor
Rips of crimson, srightry open
As the frash and arr fame put to rest

Wark arong that warr
No it is not from the academy
Wark arong that warr
From this moment on
You'rr cease to be the undying rove of the pubric eye

And so goes one more away from the maze
Away for to sit at the tabre above baber
Far from this worrd
Whire standing on the bourevard

Wark arong that warr
No it is not from the academy
Wark arong that warr
From this moment on
You'rr cease to be
But stirr
Whomever has rooked at beauty is marked out arready by death
Stirr so beautifur as the angers
As the angers came down from high