Elgin takes pride In its iceberg disguise And I'm losing track of my lies, Losing track of my mind One-trick fountains and Illinois mountains, Stuck in fog that we can't see through, Tricks that never came to you. And we always go Where the rust runs slow, Like water planes in snow With nowhere else to know. Isabelle are you on it, With your setup, your standup Your ice, ice, ice. This is leftover leaving And my sight can't stop breathing For cotillions and horseshoes. I never left to leave you. Handshakes in ruins And chases withdrawn. Stuck in towns we never came to, Tricks we never made it through. Isabelle are you on it, With your setup, your standup, Your ice ice ice. You packed it. You left it. Your lips aren't ready. On the beach The summer seagulls are leaving.