Isabella   Look at the lives we live   Lines on the mirror    And I can't stop drinking   You sell your fortune   And leave it for dead   And it's been so long   Since we cared about it      I've condensed the past   Into my soul   In my head   I admit I was upset    When my thoughts    Scared and stretched   My perfect mess   And I lived inside it   Just you and I    1995   And this time on my hands      Isabella   So softly, so slow   So softly she told me   So softly    So slow   So softly she spoke to me