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

Inside their cabin I make sounds
In through the tubes I send this noise.

Behind these two hills here
fall asleep
And when I flood in green grass of tunnel
It floods 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