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 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.
I shut my eyes

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