Your Lipstick Glass ©

The story — in my words

I wrote this one while sitting at a small table, watching the way a single red lipstick mark on a glass could hold so much history. I was thinking about my papa and how he used to look at my mother with that same awe, like he’d won the lottery every single night. We cut this track to feel like a warm breeze through a lemon grove, blending that classic Italian 'amore' vibe with the steady heartbeat of a country rock rhythm. It’s a tribute to the kind of love that doesn't need to be loud to be powerful. Recording that line about the ice clinking in the tray, I wanted listeners to feel like they were right there in the room, holding onto a moment that they never want to fade.