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)
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