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
T. 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 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 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?

Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.

• Anyway
• Back in N. Y. C.
• Broadway Melody of 1974
• Counting Out Time
• Cuckoo Cocoon
• Fly on a Windshield
• Here Comes The Supernatural Anaesthetist
• In The Cage
• In The Rapids
• It
• Lilywhite Lilith
• Riding The Scree
• The Carpet Crawlers
• The Chamber of 32 Doors
• The Colony of Slippermen
• The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
• The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway
• The Lamia
• The Light Dies Down on Broadway