I think you need to stop being sure
of how the world works now that you’re older
Isabelle (there is a hell)
Isabelle (there is a hell)

this water won’t make me purer
and it sure won’t make me any drunker
Isabelle (there is a hell)
Isabelle (there is a hell)

it’s not the ghost of you I’m talking to
but to the absence of seeing you
in the all the years since I did leave
all because I couldn’t believe
in a God above and happy home
I headed for the catacombs
where you said I did belong
and would rot forever knowing I was wrong

but there is a hell and I went there
in those bars where at picture I’d stare
of Isabelle (there is a hell)
Isabelle (there is a hell)

I’d see in those posts that you’ve moved on
got another husband whose faith is strong
Isabelle (there is a hell)
Isabelle (there is a hell)

I thought I’d fix myself for you
and my testimony I’d tell to
all the kids in that neighborhood
I wouldn’t change the world but I’d do some good
for I while it worked but I dropped the mask
they saw that I was slipping fast
I broke down to the man I’ve become
the man you said you could not love

and I know deep down you understand
that church was built upon quicksand
swallowing all that we give
when the search is what’s transformative
knowing you, I think you’ll break
one day in distance but it ain’t my place
and though it’s Christian to forgive
you won’t even when I stop livin’