Beauty Of Uncertainty — Kt Tunstall

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...