Waterfall

My mirror's laughing at me, says boy are you getting old

There's so much junk in your life what you've got you don't even know

Don't take a phone company to tell you life's pay as you go

I wonder how much of life is set up in utero



Under the waterfall (x3)

It's cool and cold and clear



Watching too much TV, I'm an actor in a puppet show

There's so much stuff in my life, no room for me to grow

One day I'm going to break from my life due south to Mexico

I'm going to burn down my house, it's the only way to let go



Under the waterfall (x3)

It's cool and cold and clear



Run your hand along the flanks of a horse

Feel the pulse of blood, the heat and the force

It's an antidote to a life spent on the beat

The beat of concrete, the beat of machines

Of mobile phones and plasma screens

How much junk in my life do I really need



Under the waterfall (x3)

It's cool and cold and clear



I'm so cynical, where I need to play

I'm so cynical, find another way

I'm so cynical, I can't change

One drop is lonely, two drops OK

Three drops can make a spray, four drops get carried away



Dive



Under the waterfall (x3)

It's cool and cold and clear



Under the waterfall (x3)

It's cool and cold and clear