Who ate the elephant's last hope? It was a last cigarette Getting wet in the gloomy rain Who ate the elephant's last hope? It was a last dope It was a last rope
A shiny voice gets in a head It builds a house made of fear Of losing it, of seeing ruins and shreds A sweet voice gets in a head
These tired eyes aren't looking for anyone Only sound of rusty bones You shone those days You were the best, goodbye These tired eyes aren't looking for anyone