I need a mirror In the eyes of a man I need no protection From my bullet-proof plan I've got a ticket For all that I lack You might think that I'm gone for good But I know that I'm coming back Sit at my table Sip from my bowl Feel like I know even now And I will do till I get old You might not see me But trust that I'll stay But there's no sense in traveling If we've already been that way Night is an adder Hidden in grass She bites like her life depends on it And waits to see how long you last But you know better You stand your ground It might just sting a little But she knows you're sticking around The beauty of uncertainty Oh Ah, oh