Cuckoo Cocoon

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?