Trapdoors

Maybe there's a trapdoor under my chair, and
I'll just disappear

Maybe's there's an exit from this room and,
They'll just forget I'm here

Maybe there's an escape from this city, and
They'll just know I was afraid

Maybe there's an entrance to a nation, and
They'll just think I'm lost

Maybe there's a hole in the earth, and
Only I'll remember it's there

Maybe there's a world below me and,
I'll just disappear