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....