Wrapped up in some powdered wool -- I guess I'm losing touch.
Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos 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?
1 | Invisible Touch |
2 | Follow You - Follow me |
3 | I Can't Dance |
4 | In Too Deep |
5 | Firth Of Fifth |
6 | Land Of Confusion |
7 | Jesus He Knows Me |
8 | The carpet crawlers |
9 | The Musical Box |
10 | Lamb lies down on Broadway |