(Self) Isolation

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.

Same here. Nothing unusual for me not to speak to anyone apart from my wife for 2 or 3 days at a time. It is not a conscious decision, just the way I am.

Is this turning in to the Eleanor Rigby thread

Czech Mate

A very fine cover indeed, but infinite is a VERY big number.
Interesting that Andy Cairns uses an alternative melody (Atrocity Exhibition) for his interpretation.