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?