Isabella Afterhours

When the night is cold and phone
 is ringing in my bones
 and the wine is gone so long ago.
 And the nose of Isabella
 is closed like an umbrella
 and the wine is gone so long ago.
 Let me take you to my sea,
 where desire is soft and free,
 and there's rings of wings and rice,
 oh, Isabella I wish you here.
 When the moon is made of sand
 and the sand is made of moon
 and my beard is like a beer to the sun.
 And the black Tambura sounds
 like a hole of sterling pounds
 and my beard is like a beer to the sun.
 Let me take you to my sea,
 where desire is soft and free,
 and there's rings of wings and rice,
 oh, Isabella I wish you here.