Emiliana Torrini

Then came question and it was about time
The answer came back and it was long
The house it was built by so men in rhyme
But whatever came of his talented son
Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune
Always you told me of being alone
Except for the stories about God and you
And do you still live there, in Bufallo
They put up the walls, no more to say
Nobody stopped to ask why it was done
The stream was too far and the rains to high
So into the city the river did run
Because of the architect the buildings fell down