Green Grass of Tunnel

Down from my ceiling

Drips great noise

It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here

There's a pool

And when I'm swimming in

Through a tunnel

I shut my eyes

Inside the cabin I make sounds

In through the tubes I send this noise

Behind these two hills here

Fall asleep

And when I float in green grass of tunnel

It flows back

Down from my ceiling

Drips great noise

It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here

There's a pool

And when I'm swimming in

Through a tunnel....

I shut my eyes.

I shut my eyes