Your lips
Looked sweet as gourmet chocolates behind glass
Your hair
Like curled up Christmas ribbons from the past
Sure I'll see your face tomorrow
In some scribbles or some words I feel I lack
Sure I'll see your face tomorrow
And the next day after that
Oh, sweet Isis
My eyes stream
My darling
That was never meant to be
Oh, sweet Isis
My eyes stream
My own bitter sweet heartbreak tragedy
You can find me at the bottom of the sea
Your skin
The first sight of the snowfall outside
Your eyes
Old toys in a dispenser I could never buy
Sure I'll see your face tomorrow
In some scribbles or some pins on someones bag
Sure I'll see your face tomorrow
And the next day after that
Oh, sweet Isis
My eyes stream
My darling
That was never meant to be
Oh, sweet Isis
My eyes stream
My own bitter sweet heartbreak tragedy
You can find me at the bottom of the sea