The sea will quench my thirst
The wine that yet I crave
Bermuda's siren song
Floats on an ocean wave
My spirit's sailing far beyond
Wise Thales' grave
I fell from a bridge of sighs
L'Inconnue de la Seine
The water held me close
Until the very end
You placed my mask upon your wall
To scorn me once again
A sweet oblivion
Rests on her cherry lips
The river Lethe flows
Right through her every kiss
I drift downstream to dream
And drown in nothingness