Velvet and satin and dress so green
Everyone's dancing with Lady Marlene, 
Fear is the color of all that they wear,
Mother-of-pearl pallors pulls 
like her heart of stone. 
Bloodstains so purple and teardrops of gold,
Icicle chandelier shining too cold, 
Draped in red in her masquerade, 
Lady Marlene takes you hand [bad word] thee, 
When too low goes to the sky above 
deep in despair they cry- 
Where is the love? 
Oh, the north wind, blows, 
goes to the sky, above, 
deep in despair they cry- 
Where is the love? 
Flowers so rhetoric, flowers shall thrive, 
pry much bear pain, but the price is too high
Hanging your weight on extravagant fears
High and pale of the utmost in seeing as 
The north wind blows, 
goes to the sky, above 
Deep in despair they cry- 
Where is the love? 
Ohh, the north wind blows, 
goes to the sky above 
deep in despair they cry- 
where is the love? 
Oh-oh,