Under The Table - Frida Amundsen

Written by：Aleksander With/Frida Amundsen/Tommy Berre/Simon Nordberg

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 are just like before

Sneak out the backdoor and run from it all

And things they are 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

And things they are just like before

Things they are just like before