Down from the 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 their cabin I make sounds 

In through the tubes I send this noise. 



Behind these two hills here

fall asleep

And when I flood in green grass of tunnel

It floods back



Down from the 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