Kevin Ayers & the Whole World
Decadence
Watch her out there on displayDancing in her sleepy wayWhile all her visions start to playOn the icicles of our decay.Fading flowers in her hairShe's suffering from wear and tearShe lies in waterfalls of dreamsAnd never questions what it means.And all along the desert shoreShe wanders further evermoreThe only thing that's left to try¡ÂShe says to live I have to die.She whispers sadly well I mightAnd holds herself so very tightThen jumping from an unknown heightShe merges with the liquid night.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 sand.But what she leaves is made of glassAnd lovers worship as they passEach one says - now she is mineBut all drink solitary wine.(Drink it to Marlene)
From Letras Mania