Green Grass of Tunnel

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