ISABEL

Isabel sleeps with her head on a pillow
And the coffee in his hands
Had never felt so strong
He longs to know her story
And if he should be sorry
But he doesn’t say a thing
‘Cause he’s afraid to be wrong
He begs the stars
To stay beyond the morning
But they deny him as
The dew’s already forming on the ground
Isabel sleeps with her head on his shoulder
He wraps his arms around her in hopes
He won’t feel colder if she’s wound

Girl write your stories in the sand
So I can write every reason not to love you
On my hand

As a rule I don’t believe in love at first sight
So when you wake up
Could you please prove me right
But slumber while you can
While you don’t have to know
That my heart’s under your hand
And I can just pretend it’s why you glow
Isabel sleeps with her head on a pillow
With moonlight making her hair
A weeping willow she is his
But not for long

Girl write your stories in the sand
So I can write every reason not to love you
On my hand
Girl write your stories in the sand
So I can write every reason not to love you
On my hand

I’m wearing the red dress you painted white
But they all look the same in pale moonlight
(I think the sun’s coming up)
I’m wearing the red dress you painted white
But they all look the same in pale moonlight

Oh I’m wearing the red dress you painted white
But they all look the same in pale moonlight
Oh I’m wearing the red dress you painted white
But they all look the same in pale moonlight

Oh Isabel was never in my sight
Oh Isabel I give thee back to the night
Oh Isabel oh Isabel oh Isabel
Sleep tight
Sleep tight

Lyrics & Music by Hannah Lee
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