Yes, as I see with my small beady eyes, I know that I am alone in the world
Away from the herd of what I can call my own kind
I don't really think of it as a depressing image in my head
Alone in the Savannah, thinking and thinking
That soft sound of music in my head, stuck
Music tasting like honey, making me crave for more
It really is lonely as an Elephant.
Away from the herd of what I can call my own kind
I don't really think of it as a depressing image in my head
Alone in the Savannah, thinking and thinking
That soft sound of music in my head, stuck
Music tasting like honey, making me crave for more
It really is lonely as an Elephant.
