The Killers

A Dustland Fairytale

The Dustland Fairytale beginning
With just another white trash county kiss in '61.
Long brown hair, and foolish eyes.
He'd look just like you'd want him to
Some kind of slick chrome American prince.

Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire.
She said 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, we don't know.

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 hear 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.
Why 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 all hide