Izabella Volkov

Izabella Volkov

Name like a secret code

Written in the frost

On a taxi window

Black boots on the pavement

Laughing at the snow

You say you hate this town

But it fits you like a coat

Izabella Volkov

You burn through the cold

Silver in your eyelids

Heart made of gold

Running through the midnight

Like you're chasing dawn

Isabella Volkov

Here

Then gone

Cigarettes and coffee

Change on the kitchen floor

You said

"I want everything

I just don't know what for"

Maps pinned on the plaster

Lines across the sea

You trace them with your finger

Say

"This one's calling me"

Izabella Volkov

You burn through the cold

Silver in your eyelids

Heart made of gold

Running through the midnight

Like you're chasing dawn

Isabella Volkov

Here

Then gone

You leave your jacket

On the back of my chair

Little constellation

Made of your hair

If you disappear

When the sky turns red

Will you keep my name

Folded in your bed? (oh)

Izabella Volkov

You burn through the cold

Silver in your eyelids

Heart made of gold

Running through the midnight

Like you're chasing dawn

Isabella Volkov

Blink and you're gone

Izabella Volkov...oooohhhhh