The song lyrics describe a person feeling isolated and alone, calling out from above in fear every day and evening but carefully watched. They feel surrendered to self preservation from others who only care for themselves. Though their isolation touches on perfection, it hurts just like anything else. The person pleads with their mother to believe they are doing their best but feel ashamed of who they have become and the things they've been through, remaining in isolation as their one lucky prize despite finding beauty in it they can never describe.
The song lyrics describe a person feeling isolated and alone, calling out from above in fear every day and evening but carefully watched. They feel surrendered to self preservation from others who only care for themselves. Though their isolation touches on perfection, it hurts just like anything else. The person pleads with their mother to believe they are doing their best but feel ashamed of who they have become and the things they've been through, remaining in isolation as their one lucky prize despite finding beauty in it they can never describe.
The song lyrics describe a person feeling isolated and alone, calling out from above in fear every day and evening but carefully watched. They feel surrendered to self preservation from others who only care for themselves. Though their isolation touches on perfection, it hurts just like anything else. The person pleads with their mother to believe they are doing their best but feel ashamed of who they have become and the things they've been through, remaining in isolation as their one lucky prize despite finding beauty in it they can never describe.
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.