Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Song For Isabelle, artist - Pierce The Veil. Date of issue: 12.05.2016
Song language: English
Song For Isabelle |
| She paints in grey |
| And she closes her eyes |
| 'Til fireworks and palm trees almost look alike |
| She looks up to me and whispers |
| «I won’t be here in a year» |
| So I take the long road |
| To think and wonder why |
| I can’t sleep with all this sunlight |
| If there’s still evidence of us |
| Why can’t that be enough? |
| I don’t mean to drag you down |
| You taste just like you always do |
| Isabelle hides, so I can’t find my way |
| I’d give anything just to surround your dreams |
| Oh-oh-oh |
| The envy of the dead |
| The sound of scissors and sleep |
| I can’t believe you dreamed |
| And pulled all of your clothes off |
| You’re not supposed to drink |
| With what’s inside your purse |
| And not expect me not to call, call you out |
| I’m guiding your chin to my lips |
| Using only my fingertips |
| All we have are parking lots and nowhere to go |
| If you love me, then show me more |
| Isabelle watches me from far away |
| I’d give anything just to surround your dreams |
| I know you like when |
| The temperature rises to a boiling heat |
| The chlorine and wine found |
| He sees through her nightgown |
| And everything fades away |
| The stars awake |
| But we can’t see them out, so why pretend? |
| Is there a train |
| That travels back to yours at 5 AM |
| Or are we walking? |
| Car alarms and leaves that blow |
| They’re calling out our names |
| But it’s gone too far |
| Your butane mouth will spit me into flames |
| Sorry 'bout it, I can’t help it |
| I’m an anarchist in love |
| And I forgot to call you |
| I can’t break you down while I |
| Think about honey and the sweet New York sounds |
| Isabelle hides, so I can’t find my way |
| I’d give anything to carry on, and on and on the same way |
| The temperature rises to this boiling heat |
| The chlorine and wine found |
| He sees through her nightgown |
| As Saturday burns away |
| Back in the days, when I was young |
| I’m not a kid anymore |
| But some days, I sit and wish I was a kid again |
| Back in the days when I was young |
| I’m not a kid anymore |
| But some days, I sit and wish I was a kid again |