Isabelle - Greg Johnson

Hey I’m stuck on an island and I couldn’t care less

If you can’t get on with each other, then this is a mess

Well, there are holes in the buildings, and you hide behind walls

Just tell me how many days now till this city falls

Isabelle, oh, Isabelle

Do pray, do pray, do tell

Here the oceans are near and we’ve got food for our thoughts but not much to

spare

So tell me a story (I'll tell you a story)

Spell it out I can’t hear (What do you want to hear?) Why you wear black in the

mornings;

why there’s smoke in the air (oh)

Isabelle, oh, Isabelle

Isabelle, oh, Isabelle

Oh, those tears on your cheeks, just like deja vu flow now, when your

grandmother speaks

So tell me a story, spell it out I can’t hear

Why you wear black in the mornings, why there’s smoke in the air

Isabelle, Isabelle

Do pray, do pray, do tell

Isabelle, oh, Isabelle

Do pray, do pray, do tell