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