[Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. He is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. The only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering light. He guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb, or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.]
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 too, 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 too, too 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've saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com[Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.]