Cuckoo Cocoon

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?