Isabel's Daughter

Isabel's daughter, she'll turn around, 'round, 'round Walking on water, don't let her drown, drown, drown Don't let her drown, drown, drown Staring at distorted images Passing slowly stretching limitless Blinking dull and unremarkable From the window of her second-hand car Isabel's daughter, her turn to dream, dream, dream Frozen she falters, what does she believe, 'lieve, 'lieve What does she believe, 'lieve, 'lieve Early to be broken wide it seems Held toward a common reasoning Full of open-ended mysteries Built on stark and shaky ground One sees the mountain from a low plateau Craves experience but we won't let go They climb the fences built of greying stone We lift the barrier and we watch them run Isabel's daughter, she'll turn around, 'round, 'round It's quiet without her, never a sound, sound, sound She'll turn around, 'round, 'round Never a sound, sound, sound She'll turn around, 'round, 'round