You wished to erase the chalkboard misery
That belongs to those who suffer from the plague of infatuation
I vanished inside the finest of city wineries
I did not die, I’m the moonshine that has evaporated

You walk on the road thus far taken
I watch you leave from coast to lighthouse
Your direction reveals our adoration forsaken
But I’m just lipstick, a vision, and an unbuttoned blouse

Against the ocean salt
Against the sand of time
Against the Victorian waltz
Against all prose or rhyme
I am just a beat your heart once jumped
Across the equator line
You are nothing more than a hero lost
With the emptiness of a lover’s crime