Letras
In the flicker of the lights, beneath the old hotel
He sips on a martini, wearing stories he can't sell
Once the darling of the screen, now a shadow in a chair
Every clink of ice recalls the heat of a premiere
Midnight Marquee, neon flickers on his face
Old films rolling in his eyes, lost in silent grace
Whispers echo from the walls of the starlit arcade
Midnight Marquee, where his memories parade
The roulette spins a tale, as fortunes rise and dip
Gambling with the ghosts, on a script that's lost its grip
He talks to a picture, faded in a silver frame
A co-star from the past, who barely recalls his name
Midnight Marquee, neon flickers on his face
Old films rolling in his eyes, lost in silent grace
Whispers echo from the walls of the starlit arcade
Midnight Marquee, where his memories parade
Under the desert stars, he walks the quiet street
The echoes of applause, shuffle with his feet
Once a painted hero, now a relic of his art
Each step a scene, each shadow a part
The credits rolling down, as the night begins to fade
He settles his account with the life that he has made
In the mirror's reflection, a star that used to be
Fades into the dawn, under the Midnight Marquee
(Midnight Marquee, neon flickers on his face,)
(Old films rolling in his eyes, lost in silent grace.)
(Whispers echo from the walls of the starlit arcade,)
(Midnight Marquee, where his memories parade.)
So raise a glass to the screen, where dreams are bittersweet
Under the Midnight Marquee, he finds his retreat
In the silence of the flicker, lies a tale that's hard to see
A star that once burned bright, under the Midnight Marquee