Green Grass Of Tunnel

Down from my ceiling drips great noise It drips on my head through a hole in the roof Behind these two hills here there's a pool And when I'm swimming In through a tunnel, I shut my eyes Inside their cabin I make sound In through the tubes I send this noise Behind these two hills here, fall asleep And when I float in green gra*s of tunnel It flows back Down from the ceiling drips great noise It drips on my head through a hole in the roof Behind these two hills here, there's a pool And when I'm swimming In through a tunnel, I shut my eyes