Teksty: Tanita Tikaram. Eleven Kinds Of Loneliness. Elephant.

Elephant
Ain't going home
Ain't going home
To be your friend

Elephant
Ain't going home
To start a fire
To be your friend

Elephant
Ain't going home
Ain't going out
To start a fight

Elephant
To start a fire
To be your friend
It isn't right

Elephant
Hate being short
Hate being long
Hate being lost

Hate being round
Hate being round about your lost cause

Elephant
Ain't getting wired
Ain't getting lied to all the time

Elephant
I can't hear
I can't hear
The one you want

But it makes more sense
To be near the riverside
Yeah, it makes more sense
'Cos the grass grows high
It makes more sense
To be near to you baby

The very, very, very, very sad truth is
I never think sensibly
Thr very, very, very, very, very sad truth is
I never think
Bothers me

Elephant
Getting tired
Getting lied to
All the time

Elephant
You make it
You make it seem
So available

Elephant
Ain't going down
Ain't going down
To take a look

To take a look
Would bring me down
Would bring me down
Elephant