Waiting for the Wind

All that dirty starlight, I wiped it off your feet
mixed it up with Mercury and put it in your drink
sat back and watched you
drink oceans of me

We were weighted down
with sins that don’t exist
We were waiting for the wind
to erase what we did

I tried to warn you about love
and its fragile, fickle bliss

When spring came, our dreams departed
Our moon was full, our skies were charted
and the galaxy didn’t skip or sink

I might be forgiving
next time you need a drink.