Old Movies lyrics

Watching through the dustI'm trapped in a theatre of velvet and rustWith lonely shafts of lightAnd other ghosts drinking refreshments that's served up by skeletonsIt's the spaces in the darkWhere shadows of dead souls dance on the wallWhere not only were you the starBut you were the bleak soundtrack to my film noireYeah that was youAnd it's my job to beembittered and constantly proving a mysteryBut we're dismal in the rolesI'm scratchy and mono as BogartAnd you are a sepia Monroe - Who's beneath the cobwebs and the chandeliersWith others who've been dead for yearsLike heroes brought to life againLike picture shows and Rocket-menAnd the light that fills the roomWell it's the flicker from a paper moonAnd when the film is run and throughWell that's when the darkness must win