Decadence

Watch her out there on display
Dancing in her sleepy way
While all her visions start to play
On the icicles of our decay
Of our decay

Fading flowers in her hair
She's suffering from wear and tear
She lies in waterfalls of dreams
And doesn't question what it means
What it means

And all along the desert shore
She wanders further evermore
The only thing that's left to try
She says to live I have to die
Oh my

She whispers sadly well I might
And holds herself so very tight
Then jumping from an unknown height
She merges with the liquid night

Lovers wrap her mist in furs
And tell her what she has is hers
But when they take her by the hand
She slips back in the desert sand
The desert sand

What she leaves is made of glass
Lovers worship as they pass
And each one says well now she is mine
But all drink solitary wine
Drink it to Marlene

Oh Marlene
Marlene
Oh Marlene
Ye fare you well
Ye fare you well
Well
Marlene
Marlene