Now thare's now where left for me to hide from all the feelings I'd locked deep inside my own fleeting heart. Something's stirring now, but perhaps it was just this way right from the start. How could I see when there's no light? How can I wake when lost in endless night? Without wings, I can't take flight. And now I see in front of me, all of these things that could not be. Only one thing rises from my soul, a part of me that is not whole. Would I rather wait and be devoured? There is no light upon this land. A bright hero could take me by the hand, and free me from this tower of my own design. I sit awaiting rescue from all the things I'd rather not believe in anyway. A gentle touch, a warming voice, sweeping my off my feet, showing me it's alright that I can stay. All of the days that will not come, all of the promises faded into dust, all of the peices of my soul, are locked away from me. While I sit in agony, in this tower of my own design. With one word it'll all be yours, just sign the contract with your name, and scream and cry out in pain, make me feel and open my eyes, to all the tears in vain I've cried. Sweep me off my feet and carry me, far away from destiny. Wash agon's touch away, embrace your final hour, come and stay with me in this tower of my own design.