• to think of the mask I was wearing
    to know all the walls I was building
    I keep saying I'm trying too hard,
    oh and whats it worth?
    I call myself, Isabelle.
    I can hear the bells as they were ringing
    the city was old and the roads smooth as can be...
    as can be as can be...
    They'd tell me "clarice you are pretty as porcelaine doll"
    And I would think to myself
    " I only call myself Isabelle"
    To remember the city is chilling
    It was beautiful with women in vintage dress
    and the children in the carriage by their side
    Oh I remember those days
    they weigh like lead in my heart
    Oh Isabelle, Isabelle
    I called myself isabelle