Could you hurt a fly
Sitting on your bedroom window
Could you hurt a fly
Sitting on your bedroom window
Could you make it die
Thinking nothing more about it now

Under the floorboards
Creaking in the night
Under the staircase
The total lack of light

Under the oak tree
That came down in the storm
Under the new terms
The contracts are redrawn

Weighing all your words
Some words weighing more than others
Weighing all your words
Some words weighing more than others
Falling from your mouth
Listen to the sounds they're making now

Under the cold sun
Nothing here is new
We've seen it before now
Everything you do

Under a dark curse
You are left alone
Under a cloud bank
For reasons yet unknown

Under the burden
Of all that weighs you down
Under the gun
So hard to make a sound

Under the bed frame
A darkness that intrigues
Under the ocean
Thousands of leagues