Isabella, stand a little bit taller
I don't deserve your tears
Anymore than you deserve the fears
That I have left you with, dear
Oh, may I bless your every last tear?
She's just a little girl
She knows nothing of this little game we like to play
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate
This is an actual case of the truth
At least, that's what they call it these days
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait
'Cause love is nothing to waste
And I swore
Never your heart, shall I break
Please bring me back to you
Please bring me back
Widowed, and a little less faithful
She let's the sidewalks sympathize
With every step she takes
Her ankles growing weak, dear
Oh, may He bless your every last tear?
She's just a little girl
She knows nothing of this little game we like to play
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate
This is an actual case of the truth
At least, that's what they call it these days
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait
'Cause love is nothing to waste
And I swore
Never your heart, shall I break
Please bring me back to you
Please bring me back to you
Please bring me back to you
Please bring me back to you
Isabella, stand a little bit taller
I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light
Who did this to you dear?
Oh, may you never shed a damn tear
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate
This is an actual case of the truth
At least, that's what they call it these days
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait
'Cause love is nothing to waste
And I swore
Never your heart, shall I break
