Crowded House - Elephants [Upstairs at Home] Lyrics

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Elephants [Upstairs at Home]
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What Are The Lyrics For Elephants [Upstairs at Home] By Crowded House?
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 A drunk that's sleeping in the corner Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss |
Who Wrote Elephants [Upstairs at Home] By Crowded House?
Neil Mullane Finn
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