Roma di Luna: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Well, there's no snow
The wind never blows
And the people don’t know what
It feels like to have cold bones
They don’t know
At least that’s what I’ve been told

Red walls, red walls
And blue flowers
Your fortunes been painted and carved
Your maid has packed her bags
And moved to Dallas
Spends all your fancy funds while you starve

A meeting of endings
Undo all my leaving
I am a lonely feeling
Resisting my belonging
To anyone I know you know
That I am so very hard to hold

The month is your mother
She knit you a sweater
It don’t fit the weather
You don’t hold it against her because you know
Summer always craves the cold