Abysmal songs and later the band goes, but she won’t, no

Rolling feet play on the wood floor slow

“Just nod your head if you can hear me, my dear Isabel”

He says to himself while she spins perfect circles

He gets up, it’s kind of like out of the movies

Strolls up behind her, she’s a magnet, he’s drifting

And they walk

Burn the slate clean

We can think about it later

She regrets letting her mind go

She forgot that she may need that later

“Pick up your feet”, he missteps and she’s winning

On the chessboard of maple panels

He gets too close, now she’s leaving

“This was rather fun, we should do it again

Sometime in Barcelona, dearest Isabel”