Isabel,
I donât know where youâve gone but Iâll come join you wherever you are. Iâll meet you in Krakov, Iâll meet you in Rome, cz I canât stand to see you travel alone.
Isabel, I donât know what youâve done since you left New York but Iâll still see you whenever you want. Iâll meet you in London, Iâll meet you in Akko although I know youâll have me I donât think I should stay for long.
Taste of red wine, takin my time, scraping my mind on the 4 track. Sky is black in the tape deck, microphone check (Hey Duke, is this thing on?)
Isabel, Iâm sorry I didnât call. You gave me your number but I got drunk and it got lost. Iâll meet you for breakfast if you look me up. Iâm not in the phonebook, and I donât believe in luck.
Crush me with your foreign tongue. Bury my words like the fallen young of a nation after slaughter, out of order, stretch the border, hear the weak, donât speak, wait your turn to burn before me.
Isabel, I think I lied. I never tried to find you. I made up all those lies to love you just one time.