A Dustland Fairytale - The Killers
A dustland fairytale beginning, just another white trash county kiss.
In 'Sixty-One, long brown hair and foolish eyes.
He looked just like you'd want him to - some kind of slick chrome American prince.
A blue jean serenade, Moon River, what you do to me.
But I don't believe you.
Saw Cinderella in a party dress but she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a palm tonight.
The change came in disguise of revelation set his soul on fire.
She says she always knew he'd come around.
And the decades disappear like sinking ships that we persevere.
God gives us hope, but we still fear, we don't know, the mind is poison.
Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalised.
The drawbridge is closing.
Saw Cinderella in a party dress but she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the ending when they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away.
Straight to the valley of the great divide.
Out where the dreams all hide, out where the wind don't blow.
Out here the good girls die, and the sky won't snow.
Out here the bird don't sing, out here the field don't grow.
Out here the bell don't ring, out here the bell don't ring.
Out here the good girls die.
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge.
Oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege? And everybody needs you.
Is there still magic in the midnight sun? Or did you leave it back in 'Sixty-One?
In the cadence of a young man's eyes, and where the dreams roll high.
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