Artist: The Church
Song: decadence
Watch her out there on display
Dancing in her sleepy way
And all her visions start to play
The icicles of our decay
Marlene, drink it to Marlene
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
Marlene, we drink it to Marlene
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
Marlene, we drink it to Marlene
Marlene, we drink it to Marlene
She whispers sadly, "Well, I might"
And holds herself so very tight
Then jumping from an unknown height
She merges with the liquid night
Marlene, Marlene
We drink it to Marlene
Her lovers wrap her mist in furs
And tell her what she has is hers
When they take her by the hand
She slips back in the desert sand
Our Marlene, we drink it to Marlene, Marlene
What she needs is made of glass
And lovers worship as they pass
And each one says, "Well, now she's mine"
But all drink solitary wine
Marlene, Marlene
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Marlene, Marlene
Fare thee well, fare thee well, fare thee well
Marlene, Marlene
Fare thee well, fare thee well
