Interpret:

Killers, The

Album:

Direct Hits

A Dustland Fairytale beginning
Just another white trash county kiss
In '61, 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, and moon river, what you do to me
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 pawn tonight


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
But we persevere, God gives us hope
But we still fear what we don't know


The mind is poisoned
Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalized
A Drawbridge 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 where they turned the page
I took my money and I ran away
Straight to the valley of the great divide


Out where the dreams are high
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 61?
In the cadence of a young man's eyes
Out where the dreams are high