MICHAEL R. J. ROTH

Lyrics

Love Washes Off
©2024 Michael R. J. Roth & Eric Ramsey

He wears the nicotine cologne of an old French poem
Keeps the dead leaves of romance in boxes
He doesn’t know if he’s seeing the light
Or if his eyes are adjusting to darkness

He remembers his fingers tracing her skin
Seeking something much deeper than flesh
Thinking, what kind of braille is this
And wondering, what kind of blindness

There’s a scar on his heart he can’t peel off
That she left there when she flew away
And Don Quixote’s last words were lost
In the breath of a windmill in Spain

Chorus:
Between the broken oaks and the boats
On the beach of a storm-ravaged bay
He stands on the shore in an old navy coat
While his love washes off in the waves
His love washes off in the waves

The dried apricot of Van Gogh’s ear
Is covered by dust on the floorboards
The remnants of love make a strange souvenir
Even stranger when you start to hoard them

He wakes on a destitute morning
To the taunt of a mockingbird’s call
He says, I miss you most of all, darling
When you don’t think of me at all

Chorus:
Between the broken oaks and the boats
On the beach of a storm-ravaged bay
He stands on the shore in an old navy coat
While his love washes off in the waves
His love washes off in the waves