Green Grass of Tunnel

Down from the ceiling

Leaks a 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

And through the tubes

I send this noise

Behind these two hills here

I fall asleep

And when I float in green grass of tunnel

It flows back

Down from the ceiling

Leaks a 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