Eyesolation

Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul
The song of whales tear me apart
My eyes still stray along this shore
A seagulls` plaint adoring mine 

My tongue too weak to speak a word
O` was I born to be misunderstood 
Fingers touch, but do not feel
O` tired seem my restless eyes

So tired is my smile
In my endless depth of guilt 
A cripple of my fear 
And the needle serves me well

Memories now wash ashore 
I feel remains of sympathy 
Imagine the ability
To gather roses in winter.... 

Somebody
Something
Welcomed me
On the other side

Dank and gentle 
Moist and soft
Almost like lone

The needle serves me well

But whom have I to blame ? 
Just the cripple of my fear
Just call my disguise 
The needle serves me well

The needle serves me well
But whom have I to blame ? 
So tired is my smile 

Was I born to astray 
In my endless depth of guilt ? 
Just a cripple of my fear 

Just call my disguise
Just almost like love 
And the needle serves me well....