Wrapped Up In Some Powdered Wool-I Guess I'm Losing Touch.

Don't Tell Me I'm 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 Recognise; 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?