文本歌词

Isabel (Acoustic) - Frank Turner
So now the years are rolling by
And it's not long since you and I could have been train drivers and astronauts
And now we're stuck in furnished ruts
But yet the thing that really cuts is that we can't remember how we got caught
Filtered air computer screens muffled sighs and might-have-beens
Count your blessings then breathe and count to ten
And though it doesn't often show we are scared
Because we know our forefathers were famers and fishermen
And so the world has changed worse or better's hard to tell
But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel
So now our calloused hands once told a story honest
As it's old of sowing seeds and setting sail
But now our hands are soft and weak
And working seven days a week at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail
And so the world has changed worse or betters hard to tell
But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel
And I'll admit that I am scared of what I don't understand
But darling if you're there gentle voice and soothing hands
To quiet my despair to shore up all my plans darling if you're there
And so the world has changed and I must change as well
The machines we've made will damn us into hell
And the time will come when all must save themselves
I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel