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 always gone   But I know that I'm coming back.      Sit at my table   Sip from my bowl.   Feel like I know you now   And I will do until 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 a matter   Hidden in grass   Bite like a light   Depends on the ways   To see how long it lasts      But you know better   You stand your ground   Might just stain a little   But she knows you're sticking around      The beauty of uncertainty...      Ooh...   Ahh, ooh...