They Kill Superheroes

EVA MARIE SAINT

Remember when we met as strangers on a train
I, just a gangster’s moll, you, a runaway?
You were double-crossed from east to west
You eyed me north to south
That cigarette into my mouth and inhaled you in…

Meant to say, ‘You just don’t get it, do you?’
There was Hell in my ‘Hello’ (I should have sat and smouldered)
Made my wrong move and now the table’s turned
Tied to your train track of lust and hurt

Someone said, ‘Don’t let your guard down’
But you were the moon and I was earthbound
My etiquette can take a backseat
This bottle blonde was once a brunette

Here you are, my Beautiful Mistake
You car-crashed in and ram-raid my senses
I’m Eve Marie Saint on that cliff in that final scene
(I think it was ‘Vertigo’)

Words David B. Matthews