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 recognize; 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 have saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?