Isabelle in tears, Isabelle is ringing
Saying, "I need you near to me,
But a telephone just isn't worth the flinging
Like a book or that ashtray that I aimed at your head
I'd rather see you dead"
But it's not as it appears so I tripped up the stairs
To find Isabelle in tears
Isabelle remains Isabelle in tethers
Wears a flimsy negligee of innocence and feathers
She says, "That's a good idea" as she pours herself a shot
But she can't get the genius back into the bottle
"After you're kind you'll find that no-one cares"
So her lovers and her fears leave Isabelle in tears
And I left her standing out there in the rain calling my name
As I pulled away pretending that I'd never met her
Oh, you never know the thrill of the Isabelle of memory
They say she was a bombshell who turned to an incendiary
Till the whole town burned down and returned into the earth
Can you admit your love? Can you confess her worth?
That the slant of time obscures and on certain nights appears
Like Isabelle in tears
That the slant of time obscures and on certain nights appears
Like Isabelle in tears
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