Letras:Bishop Allen. Cue The Elephants.

The morning belonged to the grapefruit
Ripe in the gold Rome sun
I throw out the rind
It's just bitter to me
Done, done, done.

The skyline is made of the umbrella pine
And I wish we could climb everyone
But all I could see in the shape of the streets
Done, done, done.

Cue the elephants!
The torches they light in the woods
Can you and me save the city?
I thought that we promised we would.
But you've got your hands in your pockets
And you can't look me in the eye
And now for that eternal question:
Why? Why? Why?

And then he would look at those starlings
Together they swoop down as one
He'd read in that dizzy ellipsis
Done, done, done.

We dangle our legs in the fountains
The pail is red and on
The aqueduct water is ancient
Done, done, done.

Cue the elephants!
The torches they light in the woods
Can you and me save the city?
I thought that we promised we would.
But you've got your hands in your pockets
And you can't look me in the eye
And now for that eternal question:
Why? Why? Why?

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