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