Please do not believe that I am wasted
Please do not believe that it is true
I am just a victim of these places
I am quite conflicted by this too
Saint Patrick would be proud to hear our story
Of how we drove the snakes into the sea
And other golden tales of all our glory
I'm sure he'd be as pleased as he could be
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night
Then we take a turn into the darkness
Reality will fade into a point
We all have got to make some sense of all this mess
We've got a brand new Saint we must anoint
Temptation leads away some of our spirit
Insanity creeps in upon our guest
A bitter soul derides the one that's nearest
Our journey home has now become a test
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night
Ooohhh
All the driven snakes begin to
Climb their bodies up out of the sea
Finally the night falls to the morning
The cold has bitten down into our souls
The venom of the snakes gave us no warning
They all had been a-hiding in the shoals
So listen to these words I set before you
These words are set in sand upon the shore
The venom of the snakes it will destroy you
If you do not drive them off your door
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night
I'm coming clear, I'm coming right
We just do not understand the night