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 rеpeating

So let me see what you hidе 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