Under The Table

It’s all inside
The cold caught on
Your maple skin
Now it’s a matter of time
Before they find out what you really look like
It’s a matter of time
Before it all kicks in

So let me see what you hide under there
The table cloth, and all those pins in your hair

Go

It’s open time
The powdered tongue
And a penchant to speak
When you no longer care
The words flood at thought of repeating
When it’s no longer needed
The words flood at the thought of repeating

So let me see what you hide under there
The table cloth, and all those pins in your hair

So let me see what you hide under there
The table cloth, and all those pins in your hair

Go

Shrugs fall off my shoulders just like ripples in sand
And I'm finding it harder and harder to land
Cause you’re the gravel in my knee
Can you please help me clean up the floor
To give me pity n’all
The way that the colours have changed in your eyes
When you call for more

So let me see what you hide under there
So let me see what you hide under there