[ISABELLA]
The girl pretends she's a maiden fair
In her story
She wears the moon in her flowing hair
In the story
Her suitors exit and enter
She creates their plights
And she rules the world she writes

A suitor comes in a strange disguise
In her story
He says he's noble by birth, he lies
In her story
But she can see that he's brilliant
That his eyes hold nights

She makes him king of the world she writes

[FRANCESCO, spoken]
Come down to me

[ISABELLA, spoken]
Of course not

[FRANCESCO, spoken]
Alright then. I'll come up
[ISABELLA, spoken]
No!

[FRANCESCO, spoken]
What is your name?

[ISABELLA, spoken]
Isabella

(sung)
We walked in moonlight and talked of plays
Like a story

[FRANCESCO]
Isabella

[ISABELLA]
And he fell deep in my moonlight gaze
Like a story

[FRANCESCO]
Isabella

[ISABELLA]
I played the beautiful maiden
And his eyes held nights
A girl discovers, as far as lovers
She rules the world she writes