Mia don't look down, I think we're falling
Tell me what you told the others
Chew on words you cannot say and swallow all their dying prosper
Mia you're a brilliant June and I am just a cold December
And these hands were made for so much more than shaking in the dead of winter
Mia you're a sight for sore eyes
You look tired and I look older
But these bones, these bones will make us well
Mia, I am sorry but I must save myself
No one knows the hills that we have climbed
Our tired feet will heal but Mia that takes time
After all, this flesh was never who we were
We belong inside this earth
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022