Besedila: Crowded House. Elephants.

:
It's the closing hour
I don't want to go
But I could stay afloat
In your eyes

I've seen the rocks
Where everyone gets lost
I won't stray across
The white line

Let's admit the world don't turn around us
It's acting like we don't exist
A drunk that's sleeping in the corner
Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss

When elephants come down
To the water hole at dusk
They feel the same as us about life
We all take a drink
The sun begins to sink
The alligator waits for his time

Let's admit the world don't turn around us
It's acting like we don't exist
A drunk that's sleeping in the corner
Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss

You don't have to say a word
You don't have to say a word
I hear what you're thinking
You don't have to say a word
You don't have to say a word
I know what you're thinking

I know there's no use
So lost and discontent
I'm looking for a friend I can trust
For all my intent
It hasn't happened yet
So now I come to you for insight

Let's admit the world don't care about us
It's acting like we don't exist
Drunk and sleeping in the corner
Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss
Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss