Green Green Grass of Tunnel

Down from the ceiling drips 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

In 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

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