Текст песни The Church - Decadence
The Church - Decadence слова песни
Watch her out there on displayDancing in her sleepy wayAnd all her visions start to playThe icicles of our decay, MarleneDrink it to MarleneFading flowers in her hairShe`s suffering from wear and tearShe lies in waterfalls of dreamsAnd doesn`t question what it means, MarleneWe drink it to MarleneAnd all along the desert shoreShe wanders further evermoreThe only thing that`s left to tryShe says to live I have to die, MarleneWe drink it to MarleneMarleneWe drink it to MarleneShe whispers sadly, "Well I might"And holds herself so very tightThen jumping from an unknown heightShe merges with the liquid night, MarleneMarleneWe drink it to MarleneHer lovers wrap her mist in fursAnd tell her what she has is hersBut when they take her by the handShe slips back in the desert sandOur MarleneWe drink it to MarleneMarleneBut what she leaves is made of glassAnd lovers worship as they passAnd each one says, "Well, now she`s mine"But all drink solitary wineMarleneMarleneFare thee wellFare thee wellMarleneMarlene