Under The Table

It's all inside
The cold caught tongue
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 tablecloth and all those pins in your hair
Go

It's open time
The powdered tongue
And the penchant to speak
When you no longer care
The words flood at the 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 tablecloth and all those pins in your hair
So let me see what you hide under there
The tablecloth 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 and 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