In Search of Isabella

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I’ll follow you to the prison walls
Bags are packed with all you’ll never need
Makeshift ladders woven from my hands
Up and over, never to be seen again
So now I pass my time among the powerlines
Distant, malcontent, waiting for a sign


CHORUS:

Pace from bed to window carving trenches in the floor
Glaciers move to the slowest beat, now they’re scraping at my door
This black winter brings a summer of white noise ringing in my ears
These faded decoys and a bottle of red should keep the animals away


One out of three, but you’re so far ahead
Nine years younger but you seem older now
Empty frames are hanging above you as you sleep
Perfect blank companions for your empty bed
Mountains in our eyes born from gentle foothills
However the plot is twisted, time will end the same


Didn’t make a lot of money
Didn’t make a lot to show
I hear it’s never less than sunny
Beyond these hills of snow

credits

from In Search of Isabella, released August 30, 2016
Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, Fender Bass VI, bass, baby grand piano

Peter Himmer: drum kit, vibraphone

Elliot Heeschen: drum kit

Lyrics written by Trevor Smith

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