In the circus of my mind, the colors start to bend
Marching trunks and twirling tails, a psychedelic friend
They whisper secrets through their teeth, in pink and purple haze
A drunken waltz of shadow shapes that set my soul ablaze
Oh, the elephants remember what the morning forgets
Stomping through my consciousness in candy-cigarette regrets
Don’t look now, they’re gaining ground, their shadows grow so tall
Pink elephants on parade will trample through it all
Hear the tuba call the tune, the fever starts to rise
Reality’s a rubber band stretched thin before my eyes
One by one they pass me by, their footsteps shake the ground
In this waking wonderland where madness can be found