Underneath the couch I sleep through it all
As the very last drop smashed against the wall
Out in the drive way accusing words fall out
I'm underneath your dress beneath the bedroom window
Sometimes I disappear I learned to at an early age
Before your very eyes I'm somewhere far away
And if I make it down I'm coming for a landing
I don't kiss until it's august but fly away in june
I'm simply disappeared, vanished into thin air
But sometimes it's much better to just not be there
And sometimes I hear words spoken underneath the song and I
Associate so freely
And sometimes I hear words spoken underneath the song and I
Associate compeltely
Sometimes I disappear since I was 3 or 4
I see your lips move, but I can't hear you anymore
I can't hear you anymore
