It's the insular death of a secretive man,
A silverback that's stumbling,
A honey tree, without shade,
An elephant that ran away
I can't be bothered
I can't be bothered
I can't be bothered
But I know what I should do
It's worse than the pull from the people below,
It's a weathered bike, left long ago,
The pretty things that got away,
It's all of the things that I cannot change
A silverback that's stumbling,
A honey tree, without shade,
An elephant that ran away
I can't be bothered
I can't be bothered
I can't be bothered
But I know what I should do
It's worse than the pull from the people below,
It's a weathered bike, left long ago,
The pretty things that got away,
It's all of the things that I cannot change