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