[Verse 1]

Pale comfort

Sick in luxury

Frail abundance

She mocks sardonically

[Verse 2]

Shivers, she, in land austere

For comfort she can't bear

Wayward, she will turn away

From those who court her desperately

[Chorus]

Opulent decay

[Verse 3]

You who've felt cold

Sleep most sound on nature's bed

Hunger leaves you

Your thirst will keep you fed

[Verse 4]

Ask for something greater still

Than ease can ever fill

Lovesick artist, bid adieu

And Lady Truth may follow you