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 and comprehends 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,