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?