Who really wants to know what tomorrow knows
Is better left alone at the bottom of the ocean?
You're somewhat confident, you never know you really know
The phases of believin' somethin' better left alone, I

Who really wants to know the theories and the formulas
What was not and never was, and logic you can measure?
And if I never find the blooper to this life of mine
At least I know some quandaries are better left unanswered

Oh, if there's one thing I've learned is that I can't trust anything
There's one thing I know is that it only really happens if you're never really looking

So tread carefully, move cautiously
And tiptoe around me, I'll tiptoe around you
Tread carefully, don't wait for me
Then maybe someday, I'll be there waiting too
I'll be there waiting

Who really wants to know what tomorrow knows?
The fortuneteller's prophecy, the alleyway to heaven
Who really wants to know the teaser to a riddle
I'd rather hold a secret than illude it to a question, I

Who wants to justify the man behind the string?
He's better left alone, he's better left alone
I'm somewhat confident, I think I'm just a vessel
Not a thing, a distant echo that reminds me of my passing on

So tread carefully, move cautiously
And tiptoe around me, I'll tiptoe around you
Tread carefully, don't wait for me
And then maybe someday, I'll be there waiting too
I'll be there waiting

Tread carefully, don't wait for me
And then maybe someday, I'll be there waiting too