Isabel 歌词

	So now the years are rolling by,and it’s not long since you and
	I could have been train drivers and astronauts.
	And now we’re stuck in furnished ruts,but yet the thing that really cuts is that we can’t remember how we got caught.
	Filtered air, computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beenscount your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten.
	And though it doesn’t often show, we are scaredbecause we know our forefathers were famer’s and fishermen.
	And so the world has changed, worse or better’s hard to tell,but my hope remains within the arms of
	Isabel.So now our calloused hands once told a story honestas it’s old of sowing seeds and setting sail.
	But now our hands are soft and weakand working seven days a week at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail.
	And I’ll admit that
	I am scared of what
	I don’t understand.
	But darling, if you’re there, gentle voice and soothing hands,to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if you’re there...
	And so the world has changed, and
	I must change as well.
	The machines we’ve made will damn us into hell.
	And the time will come when all must save themselves.
	I will save my soul in the arms of
	Isabel.

	So now the years are rolling by, and it' s not long since you and
	I could have been train drivers and astronauts.
	And now we' re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts is that we can' t remember how we got caught.
	Filtered air, computer screens, muffled sighs and mighthavebeenscount your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten.
	And though it doesn' t often show, we are scaredbecause we know our forefathers were famer' s and fishermen.
	And so the world has changed, worse or better' s hard to tell, but my hope remains within the arms of
	Isabel. So now our calloused hands once told a story honestas it' s old of sowing seeds and setting sail.
	But now our hands are soft and weakand working seven days a week at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail.
	And I' ll admit that
	I am scared of what
	I don' t understand.
	But darling, if you' re there, gentle voice and soothing hands, to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if you' re there...
	And so the world has changed, and
	I must change as well.
	The machines we' ve made will damn us into hell.
	And the time will come when all must save themselves.
	I will save my soul in the arms of
	Isabel.

	So now the years are rolling by, and it' s not long since you and
	I could have been train drivers and astronauts.
	And now we' re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts is that we can' t remember how we got caught.
	Filtered air, computer screens, muffled sighs and mighthavebeenscount your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten.
	And though it doesn' t often show, we are scaredbecause we know our forefathers were famer' s and fishermen.
	And so the world has changed, worse or better' s hard to tell, but my hope remains within the arms of
	Isabel. So now our calloused hands once told a story honestas it' s old of sowing seeds and setting sail.
	But now our hands are soft and weakand working seven days a week at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail.
	And I' ll admit that
	I am scared of what
	I don' t understand.
	But darling, if you' re there, gentle voice and soothing hands, to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if you' re there...
	And so the world has changed, and
	I must change as well.
	The machines we' ve made will damn us into hell.
	And the time will come when all must save themselves.
	I will save my soul in the arms of
	Isabel.

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