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 their cabin I make sound
In through the tubes I send this noise
Behind these two hills here, fall asleep
And when I float in green gra** of tunnel
It flows 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