(lyrics by Paola Valandro)

There was this woman

She was a body with long red hair

lying on the grass.

It was a Sunday morning

after the dark.

And there were people all around her

and some policemen too

the necklace lashed around her neck

was a nylon stocking and a cotton cord

She wore a blue dress...


I know, I know, I've always known

you were hidden behind my dreams

your face alive confused inside 

the memory of a child.

Now under my eyes

dry blood between the lips,

your lips and your bare breasts

on the pictures of the Police


I've never stopped seeing you

and don't want to forget you


I'm waiting in my car

waiting to feel the fear she felt,

the place she found to hide

the scene of a crime

I search into her death

while her life slips me

reconstructing the scene where

a man killed the redhead

Tell me why it was you and not somebody else?

I restore the reasons she died

with all my theories about sex crime:

it matter about an alchemy

between a woman and a man

Tell me why it was you and not somebody else?

I've compared hers with other stories

of women killed for sex and I've mixed their names:

Jean with Betty or Bobbie or Judy,

Jean with Tracy or Karen or Daisy

Tell me why it was you and not somebody else?


I've never stopped to looking for and run after you

I've stolen everything I could:

books and drugs and food and air and sex

and beds and love and words ... 

I've run away

I've talked about your secrets to justify

the obsessive life you gave to me

and run to cover the story of you,

of my mother and me.


I'm waiting in my car...