It's in a stony glarenIt's up the creaky stairwaynWe sat in the wicker chairnYou know the one we used to sharenAnd it's just the kind of thing that we don't talk about anymore nnRemember when your sister was youngnShe wore a ring in her tonguenGot shown the door by your mumnAnd now she has a 5 year old sonnAnd it's just the kind of thing that she won't talk about anymorennI'll bet you wouldn't believe menIf I whispered in your ears and saidnI can see a pink elephantnand it's standing on the corner of the bednYou'll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your headnnYou were a girl, you weren't surenYou cared for your family anymorenLooked for the mother you had beforenAnd it shook them all to the corenAnd it's just the kind of thing that you don't talk about anymorennI recall your friend back homenShe brought up a kid on her ownnBut he died before he had grownnSo she gave you all the clothes that she'd sewnnAnd it's just the kind of thing that she don't talk about anymorennI'll bet you wouldn't believe menIf I whispered in your ear and saidnI can see a pink elephantnand it's standing on the corner of the bednI'll bet you wouldn't believe menIf I whispered in your ear and saidnI can see a pink elephantnand it's standing on the corner of the bednYou'll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your headnnYou'll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your headnYeah, you'll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your headnYeah, you'll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your