Now it's just you two,
in a world of poems and paintings
I guess this means I'm through
it also means I'm breaking
but Isabelle what can I do?
If I'm caught in him, this man you love
but Isabelle what can I do?
If his stong hands make it hard to shove him away
And I know its hard to picture it up here,
in your tobaco strewn backyard
and it is kinda toilsome to keep an eye on him
just look what hes done so far
but isabelle what can i do?
the last thing is need is to end up a skew
and isabelle what can i do?
the prophets make it difficult
and isabelle what can i do
in a few weeks time you're out of sight
and isabelle what can i do
just because it feels alright
and the grounds already hard where its been dug in
i've gone this way too many times
but the pit keeps growing deeper
and im not turning back
so isabelle try to understand
i know just what to say but its incorrect to say it
how do i break it to him
the death of one is staying
and all i think of now is a way to get under and a way to get back
and Isabelle what can i do
for the naive pain its causing you?
[Thanks to aeverdell for adding these lyrics]
[Thanks to darktinkerbell55 for correcting these lyrics]