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