Your face is like a charcoal smudge, etched into my mind
A shadowy design that makes me smile
Your hands are atrong and inky soft,
they hide ragged cuffs
My jagged bit of scruff, my crooked mile
You're disrepair, I'm second hand
We struggle through the muddle
Of White Elephant Town
Breken symphony, comic harmony
We belong to the song
Of White Elephant Town
Your eyes are like two varnish spots speckling my heart
Accidental works of art make me whole
Your laugh is pebbled earthy love, it wraps me up in dust
Dishevelling the lust within my soul
You're disrepair, I'm second hand
We struggle through the muddle
Of White Elephant Town
Breken symphony, comic harmony
We belong to the song
Of White Elephant Town
White Elephant Town
White Elephant Town