Green Green Grass Of Tunnel

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 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 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.