Текст: Vienna Teng. Waking Hour. The Tower.

The one who survives by
Making the lives of others worthwhile
She's coming apart right before my eyes

The one who depends on the services she renders
To those who come knocking
She's seeing too clearly what she can't be
What understanding defies

She says, "I need not to need, or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go
I need not to need, I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow"

She turns out the light
Anticipating night falling tenderly around her
And watches the dusk, the words won't come

She carries the act so convincingly
The fact is sometimes she believes it
That she can be happy the way things are
Be happy with the things she's done

And now, I need not to need, or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go
I need not to need, I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

Reach out, but hold back
Where is safety?
Reach out and hold back
Where is the one who can change me?
Where is the one? The one

Reach out, but hold back
Where is safety?
Reach out and hold back
Where is the one who can save me?
Where is the one? The one

I need not to need, or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go
I need not to need, I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow
The danger and the power, the friend and the foe