The Tower - Vienna Teng

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 seen 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 off 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, 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