Isabelle in tears. Isabelle is ringing. Saying "I need you near to me. But a telephone just isn't worth. The flinging. ". "Like a book or that ashtray that. I aimed at your head. I'd rather see you dead". But it's not as it appears. So I tripped up the stairs to find. Isabelle in tears. Isabelle remains Isabelle in tethers. Wears a flimsy negligee of. Innocence and feathers. She says "That's a good idea" as. She pours herself a shot. But she can't get the genius back. Into the bottle. "After you're kind you'll find that. No-one cares". So her lovers and her fears leave a. Isabelle in tears. And I left her standing out there. In the rain. Calling my name. As I pulled away pretending that. I'd never met her. You never know the thrill. Of the Isabelle of memory. They say she was a bombshell. Who turned to an incendiary. 'Til the whole town burned down. And returned into the earth. Can you admit your love?. Can you confess her worth?. That slant of time obscures. But on certain nights appears. Like Isabelle in tears