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 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 yet…

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

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