Fog in the morning
Is perfectly still
Ice on the window
Big house on the hill
A thousand square meters
Frost on the lawn
Custom made kitchen
Where my dreams where born

And I know where I’ve come from
And I could never go back
The feeling of empty
Was all that I had

Isabella Isabella
Isabella Isabella

There’s plenty of baggage
To carry around
People are yearning all over this town
They’re building their temples
Places to sleep
Driving in circles as they quietly weep

And I know where I’ve come from
And I could never go back
The feeling of empty
Was all that I had

Isabella Isabella
Isabella Isabella

And I know where I’ve come from
And I’m not going back
The feeling of empty
Was all that I had

Isabella
Isabella
Isabella
Isabella