Behind a stormy cloud
Up a creaky stair way
Sat in the wicker chair
You know the one we used to share

And it's just the kind of thing
That we don't talk about anymore

Remeber when your sister was young
She wore a ring in her tongue
Got shown the door by your mum
And now she has a 5 year old son

And it's just the kind of thing
That you won't talk about anymore

I'll bet you wouldn't beleive me
If I whispered in you ear and said
"I can see a pink elephant
And he's standing on the corner of the bed"
You'd just smile
And roll your eyes
To the back of your head

I recall your friend back home
She brought up a kid on her own
But he died before he had grown
So she gave you all the clothes that she'd sewn

And it's just the kind of the thing
That she won't talk about anymore

When you were a girl
You weren't sure
You cared for your family anymore
You looked for the mother you had before
And it shook you down to the core

And it's just the kind of thing
That you don't talk about anymore

I'll bet you wouldn't believe me
If I whispered in you ear and said
"I can see a pink elephant
And he's standing on the corner of the bed"
You'd just smile
And roll your eyes
To the back of your head

I'll bet you wouldn't beleive me
If I whispered in you ear and said
"I can see a pink elephant
And he's standing on the corner of the bed"
You'd just smile
And roll your eyes
To the back of your head

You'd just smile
And roll your eyes
To the back of your head

You'd just smile
And roll your eyes
To the back of your head







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