Down from my 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 the cabin I make sounds In through the tubes I send this noise Behind these two hills here fall asleep And when I float in green grass of tunnel it flows back Down from my 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