Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul 
The song of whales tear me apart 
My eyes still stray along this shore 
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 
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  [bad word] 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...