Underneath the table and the stairs

Another place where common things are not too light and frail

Leaving nowhere to follow their familiar trail

Needing only what you won't miss

And their eyes look for a friend

Who won't give them away

Give to them a way to disappear

And cut a rope with sharp teeth, returning common things

Leaving nowhere to follow their familiar trail

Needing only what you won't miss

And their eyes look for a friend

Who'll tell them many things they want to know