Under the bed, under the bridge

Under your bed there is a face
that you've tried to forget
Over and over again
Time wears down
The eager in his eyes,
and the crooked in his smile,
You never laugh anymore,
Cause the sound is something your hiding under your bed

Under the bridge is the water
You'd told you never tasted
That brought you to life
That one summer day
When you died, and let them hurt you
Under the bridge is the soul of a girl
You swear you never knew
You'll never meet her
But you know
She's waiting for you
If ever you need her

I'm under your bed,
I'm under the bridge,
Left lying awake,
In a queen of dreams,
I hear your voice,
I call your name,
But you've forgotten,
That you used to meet me,
Under your bed and under the bridge,
Now I've become
Imaginary to you,
But you'll always be real,
As long as its real...

Under my bed, There is a face,
I've tried to forget,
Over and over,
Under the bed...