Elephant

There's an elephant in the room
And it feels like me
Like the tide with the moon
My souls cannot be free

And if I was the sculptor, I'd sculpt you out of clay
And if I was the author, then I'd re-write this play
Go back to the beginning so it didn't end like this
My God, oh
My God, oh

Wrap it up in plastic, tell yourself it's still a sin
Secure it with elastic, tugging on your heartstrings
I don't know why I live
Must be out of some kinda fear
Or I would be long gone
Yes, I would be long gone

And if I was the sculptor, I'd sculpt you out of clay
And if I was the author, then I'd re-write this play
Go back to the beginning so it didn't end like this
My God, oh
My God, oh

One by one, the moments come, they always lead to this
When everything is said and done, I'm just a catalyst
For me, of your eternity
My God, oh
My God, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Robert Stafford, Phoenix Cragg Elleschild, Jack Daniel Hale, Oliver William Bignell, Peter Thomas Miles
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