In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.Isolation, isolation, isolation.Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.Isolation, isolation, isolation.But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize.Isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation.
Songwriters
CURTIS, IAN KEVIN / HOOK, PETER / MORRIS, STEPHEN PAUL DAVID / SUMNER, BERNARDPublished by
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