“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” GivingFirstsI CanSongMemoriesCuttingSeaPleaseUnderstoodFirst TimeDressesForgivingPhonesDenyFloatingOblivionForgive Me Author:Ben Jelen
