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 up 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?