Decadence

<br>Watch her out there on display<br>Dancing in her sleepy way<br>And all her visions start to play<br>The icicles of our decay, Marlene<br>Drink it to Marlene<br><br>Fading flowers in her hair<br>She`s suffering from wear and tear<br>She lies in waterfalls of dreams<br>And doesn`t question what it means, Marlene<br>We drink it to Marlene<br><br>And all along the desert shore<br>She wanders further evermore<br>The only thing that`s left to try<br>She says to live I have to die, Marlene<br>We drink it to Marlene<br>Marlene<br>We drink it to Marlene<br><br>She whispers sadly, &quot;Well I might&quot;<br>And holds herself so very tight<br>Then jumping from an unknown height<br>She merges with the liquid night, Marlene<br>Marlene<br>We drink it to Marlene<br><br>Her lovers wrap her mist in furs<br>And tell her what she has is hers<br>But when they take her by the hand<br>She slips back in the desert sand<br>Our Marlene<br>We drink it to Marlene<br>Marlene<br><br>But what she leaves is made of glass<br>And lovers worship as they pass<br>And each one says, &quot;Well, now she`s mine&quot;<br>But all drink solitary wine<br>Marlene<br>Marlene<br><br>Fare thee well<br>Fare thee well<br>Marlene<br>Marlene