Isavelle

Isavelle without her tongue
 Had longed to see, behind the choir
 I was born without a wing
 Or better yet, a chance to guide her
 Understand I'm not a man
 I'm not the man I long to be
 Falling down under the wire
 Across the ream, an open fire
 Watching birds sink in the mud
 Would make me think of ways to hide her
 Understand I'm not a man
 I'm not the man I long to be
 Braised against the wire
 What did I desire
 To vanish in the lake
 With everyone beside her
 Feed and build her up
 A waste of time
 In spite of me
 I wish I could see the stars
 From where I stood
 The world was brighter
 Pouring out a glass of wine
 Inside the woods
 Say nothing died here
 Understand I'm not a man
 I'm not the man I long to be
 Understand I'm not a man
 I'm not the man I long to be
 Braised against the wire
 What did I desire
 To vanish in the lake
 With everyone beside her
 Feed and build her up
 A waste of time
 In spite of me