Texty: Genesis. Lamb Lies Down On Broadway. Cuckoo Cocoon.

Wrapped up in some powdered wool I guess I'm losing touch
Don't tell me this is dying, 'cause I ain't changed that much
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am
Some kind of jam?

Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?

There's nothing I can recognize; this is nowhere that I've known
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone
And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real
But I feel good

Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?

I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked in some Brooklyn jail
Or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale
No I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave
What could've saved me?

Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?