Song For Isabelle
She paints in greyShe closes her eyes'Til the fireworks and palm trees almost look alikeShe looks up to me and whispers"I won't be here in a year"
So I take the long roadto think and wonder whyI can't sleep with all this sunlightIf there's still evidence of usWhy can't that be enough?
I don't mean to drag you downYou taste just like you always do
Isabelle hides so I can't find my wayI'd give anything just to surround your dreams
The envy of the deadThe sound of scissors and sleepI can't believe you dreamed and pulled all of your clothes offYou're not supposed to drink with what's inside your purse and not expect me not to callcall you out
I'm guiding your chin to my lipsUsing only my fingertipsAll we have are parking lots and nowhere to goIf you love meThen show me more
Isabelle watches me from far awayI'd give anything just to surround your dreamsI know you like whenThe temperature rises to a boiling heatThe chlorine and wine foundHe sees through her nightgownAnd everything fades away
The stars awakeBut we can't see them out so why pretend?Is there a train that travels back to yours at 5 a.m.Or are we walking?
Car alarms and leaves that blowThey're calling out our namesBut it's gone too farYour butane mouth will spit me into flames
Run!
Sorry about itI can't help itI'm an anarchist in love
And I forgot to call youI can't break you downWhile I think about honey and the sweet New York sounds
Isabelle hides so I can't find my wayI'd give anything to carry on and on and on the same way
The temperature rises to this boiling heatThe chlorine and wine foundHe sees through her nightgownAs Saturday burns away
Back in the days when I was youngI'm not a kid anymoreBut some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was youngI'm not a kid anymoreBut some days I sit and wish I was a kid again