Fabrizio Cammarata - Lorca's Roses lyrics

That is not the color of your hair Your hair is red, fire red Woven into the fibers of my bed And late at night it still messes with my head And in the morning it smells like Lorca’s roses That is not the color of my love My love can’t rest, my love can’t die My love can’t stop her exquisite lie And she carves my name in small pieces of wood And in the morning she smells like Lorca’s roses