It´s what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers
Faces on the wall, we can´t touch you but you move our hobby
Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby

Open up the door, see an angel and you´ll lose your body

My body...
Her angel...

Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, can´t you hear me I can´t tell
Is the devil in the room, is he hiding in the first drawer
Hold me dear, hold me dear, can´t you feel me touch your ear

Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured
Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can´t take them

Flinching finds me first, so I´ll hide ´til she is in the basement
When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling

Racing ´round the room, your forehead is on fire
Isabelle, Isabelle they´re all talking you´re not well
Looking like a ghost doctors shaking their heads
Say my name, say my name can´t you hear me I´m to blame

(There have been sadder days...)
Starting to rotting... pretty angel

Grab the preachers throat, can´t you see the light within the shutters
Who set up the ball, don´t you see your dancing frees my chances

Put me on my feet, there´s an angel with a hand that´s open
Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him

Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, you´re not with me where I dwell
Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre
It´s a shame, it´s a shame don´t you see me, I´m to blame

Some people´s lives awake to itsy-bitsy I´m-so-sorry´s
The branch breaks, you crack a window and the wind might say

"The birds are calling for you please don´t follow..."