There's an elephant on my face: There’s an elephant on my face... Why the title

There’s an elephant on my face

You can’t see it

But I can feel it

Then he stomps his foot with a crushing force

And my eye begins to water

And I can no longer see

And my jaw cannot open

So I can’t tell you how it hurts

Yes, there’s an elephant on my face.

There’s a storm cloud rumbling on my head

Can you hear it?

Do you see the lightning strike?

I could tell you how the lightning bolt

Runs from my ear down to my tongue

But would you believe me if I told you?

With lightning strikes galore,

There’s a storm cloud rumbling on my head.

A knife just stabbed me in my face

Do you see it, though there is no blood?

Wish you’d see the stab wound it has made

From my chin across to my nose

But you cannot see a blood drop

Nor the wound

Or feel the pain it brings

Yet I swear that there’s a knife

That’s just stabbed me in the face.

So as the elephant stomps his feet

And the storm cloud rolls on in

While the knife is stabbing yet one more time

I ask you again

To see that…

There’s an elephant on my face.

There's an elephant on my face