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 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,
to 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 have saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to,
too soon, for you?