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, a**ociate so freely
And sometimes I hear words spoken
Underneath the song and I, a**ociate completely
Sometimes I disappear since I was three or four
I see your lips move but I can't hear you anymore
I can't hear you anymore