Wrapped

up

in

some

powde-

red

wool

I

guess

I'm

loos-

ing

touch.

Don't

tell

me

this

is

dy-

ing,

'cos

I

ain't

changed

that

much.

The

on-

ly

sound

is

wa-

ter

drops,

I

won-

der

where

the

hell

I

am,

Some

kind

of

jam?

Coc-

koo

Co-

coon

have

I

come

to,

too

soon

for

you?

There's

noth-

ing

I

can

re-

cog-

nize;

This

is

no-

where

that

I've

known.

With

no

sign

of

life

at

all,

I

guess

that

I'm

a-

lone.

And

feel

so

se-

cure

That

I

know

this

can't

be

real

But

I

feel

good.

Coc-

koo

Co-

coon

have

I

come

to,

too

soon

for

you?

I

won-

der

if

I'm

pri-

so-

ner

Locked

up

in

some

Brook-

lyn

jail

Or

some

sort

of

Jo-

nah

Shut

up

in-

side

the

whale.

No,

I'm

still

Rael

And

I'm

stuck

in

some

kind

of

cave.

What

could

have

saved

me?

Coc-

koo

Co-

coon

have

I

come

to,

too

soon

for

you?