slow down

Down from the ceiling Leaks a great noise It drips on my head through a hole in the roof Behind these two hills here There's a pool And when I'm swimming in through a tunnel I shut my eyes Inside the cabin I make sounds And through the tubes I send this noise Behind these two hills here I fall asleep And when I float in green grass of tunnel It flows back Down from the ceiling Leaks a great noise It drips on my head through a hole in the roof Behind these two hills here There's a pool And when I'm swimming in through a tunnel I shut my eyes.
~Green Grass of Tunnel, British Sea Power.