Nice Insults

I am such a fan of this song

No idea what these lyrics mean (since when did The Killers' songs make any sense anyway), but I love it nonetheless. Favourite from Day & Age. =D



A Dustland fairytale beginning,
With just another white trash county kiss,
in '61, long brown hair and foolish eyes.

He looked just like you'd want him to,
Some kinda slick, chrome American prince.
A blue jean serenade,
Moon river, what'd you do to me?
I don't believe you.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress,
But she was looking for a night gown.
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 said she always knew he'd come around.

But the decades disappear
Like sinking ships, but 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.

I Saw Cinderella in a party dress,
But she was looking for a night gown.
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 are high.

Out here the wind don't blow,
Out here the good girls die,
And the sky won't snow
Out here the birds don't sing,
Out here the fields 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 fall asleep,
It's such a bitter form of refuge,
Don't you know your 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.
I wouldn't dream so high.