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