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