Song for Norma Desmond Video (MV)

Your mind is in a fallow grave, you've run out of lines
But it's the most love you've had, in a long long time
Your lover is desperate, he doesn't have the cash
One thing you've got is a whole lot of cash
This peculiar prism with relics from your past
The part's no longer yours to play
You've got to let him pass

This dream could last forever when you dress him in fancy suits
Cruising the hills above Sunset, it's a dream you have to lose
When he goes to see his friends, they ask him where's he's been
He's spent every minute with you, but he doesn't know where he's been
He's trying to understand the spell that's been cast
The part's no longer yours to play
You've got to let her pass

You're fifty going on seventeen, we pray you turn fifty one
We pray you turn fifty one

The musicians play for no one, we've seen your silent film
And when you gestured, we went to your magic realm
You filled up the swimming pool, he dives in designer trunks
His body glistening, he dries handsome in the sun
But whatever comes to be, must come to pass
The part's no longer yours to play
You've got to let him pass

You're fifty going on eternity, we pray you turn fifty one
We pray you turn fifty one, we pray you turn fifty one