Elijah has brains and long legs and wears jeans at his hip
And nary a girl in the world has been missed by his grip
He's long curly hair, that when wet, goes as far as his chin
And his knowledge of poets and punks is debatably thin

The thing I like most about him is what I see on the surface
Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that's an isthmus

Oh Elijah!

Elijah, he lay in psychosis one bright sunny day
And even in sleep I cannot make myself walk away
So pretty was he, I said something I couldn't retract
And so for three years, he spent most of his time in the sack

Although it's November, I know we won't make it to Christmas
Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that's an isthmus

Oh Elijah!

Elijah once told me in private that he'd like a break
Although he revealed through his actions that he was a fake
And so, then in public I told him that he's too dependent
And now to this day I maintain that I am unrepentant

All he can see through the tunnel is none of his business
Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that's an isthmus
Oh Elijah!