Lyrics Under the Table - Frida Amundsen

These old streets are tired like I am
From battles we never could win
I need something new to discover
A view that takes my breath away
Let me be gone, gone, gone for a minute
Let me be gone, gone, gone for a day
Under the table and behind the door
That's where I keep hiding
With my hands covering both of my eyes
I won't let the world in
I sneak out the backdoor
And run from it all
And things they're just like before
Sneak out the backdoor and run from it all
And things they're just like before
There's too many choices and questions
I don't think there's enough time
I need a new inspiration
To help me finish this kind
Let me be gone, gone, gone for a minute
Let me be gone, gone, gone for a day
Under the table
And behind the door
That's where I keep hiding
With my hands covering both of my eyes
I won't let the world in
I sneak out the backdoor
And run from it all
Things they are just like before
I sneak out the backdoor
And run from it all
And things they are just like before
Things they are just like before
Things they are just like before
Under the table
And behind the door
That's where I keep hiding
With my hands covering both of my eyes
I won't let the world in
I sneak out the backdoor
And run from it all
And things they are just like before
I sneak out the backdoor
And run from it all
Things they are just like before
Things they are just like before