Текст: Sarah McLachlan. Mirrorball. Fear.

Morning smiles
like the face of a newborn child
innocent, unknowing

Winter's end
promises of a long lost friend
speaks to me of comfort

But I fear I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
here in this lonely place

Tangled up in your embrace
there's there's nothing I'd like
better than to fall

But I fear I have nothing to give

Wind in time
rapes the flower trembling on the vine
and nothing yields to shelter

From above
they say temptation will destroy our love
the never ending hunger

But I fear I have nothing to give...

But I fear I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
I have nothing to give
we have so much to lose