Ben Jelen - Isabell, she treads so lightly, floating in her gipsy dresses Even as her

Isabell, she treads so lightly, floating in her gipsy dresses Even as her words cut deep, I can't deny the truth in them On the phone, she talks a lot, and me, I listen hopelessly So directionless, I head into oblivion And then I decide to give another random memory To remind her of the first time we sang out to the sea Oh Isabell, you always understood me Please Isabell, forgive me now

- Ben Jelen

topic: Song, Memories, Cutting