Decadence - 2003 Remaster

Watch her out there on display
 Dancing in her sleepy way
 While all her visions start to play
 On the icicles of our decay.
 Fading flowers in her hair
 She's suffering from wear and tear
 She lies in waterfalls of dreams
 And never questions 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.
 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.
 But what she leaves is made of glass
 And lovers worship as they pass
 Each one says - now she is mine
 But all drink solitary wine.
 (drink it to marlene)