A Touch of Paradise

I make my eyes water And my sight blurs There's no one to blame And that's what makes it worse You offer a solution And I will complain My mourning has turned Into worship of my pain I pile on the agony Stack every inch of sadness I build my tower of lament I rub the salt properly Deep into the wound And I will love heart Very, very soon The hurt cuts deeper And I start to fall You ask me how to come But there's no reason at all