Decadence - Kevin Ayers

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 tryЎ­

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)