Isabell, she treads so lightly, floating in her gipsy dressesEven as her words cut deep, I can’t deny the truth in themOn the phone, she talks a lot, and me, I listen hopelesslySo directionless, I head into oblivionAnd then I decide to give another random memoryTo remind her of the first time we sang out to the seaOh Isabell, you always understood mePlease Isabell, forgive me now Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0share Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix