Anne Elephant - Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin

Someone has switched it out of all this

So we put into a bottle

A small parchment tied with band

Til we noticed, quite conclusively

A raw and breathing pattern

Being scribbled out by hands in the middle of the sand

So I dig, and I dug

Until I couldn’t dug no more

I have reached God’s island shore, thank God it’s home

And then pound this little mound

Without needin' no kettle drum

If I’m your prisoner of intolerant, that is alright

I’m going to get you

I’m going to get you, Anne

Only alone

You don’t know what it’s like

Or maybe you do

Maybe you do