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The elephant in the room needs no introduction
It's the voice of sleepless nights and your worst intentions
All the horses and all the men they couldn't put ol' lonely together again

The elephant in the room doesn't need permission
It waits for you to go to bed and when you're close to sleep it says
"Life is short and space is vast and all the people and places you love won't last
It's just a scientific fact."
"Why don't you relax?"

The Sun it sits in winter mists
The feeling on your fingertips
The way the light shines through the glass
Just like the wind blows through the grass
Let memory and light take you back to golden trees and half real pasts
Before you thought you knew too much
Before you thought you'd had enough
Before you'd had enough
Before you'd had enough
Before you'd had enough