You're smiling, You probably want a drink. I'm observing I don't want to say anything. I'm the snake, I keep my cool. Sit closer to me You'll know what I am. I know the warmth of stones, I know the smell and color. But when birds rise up, I stare after them for a long time, I'm the snake; I keep my cool. Sit closer to me You'll know what I am. Sometimes I drive them away; Sometimes I want to sing to them. Sometimes I want to hide in a corner, Fall silent and die, But I'm the snake; I keep my cool. Sit closer to me You'll know what I am. You're smiling. It must be that you're waiting for an answer-- Give me your hands, I'll show you, How a living tree becomes ashes; I'm the snake; I keep my cool. Look on your palms--now You know what I am.