My mirror's laughing at me Says, boy, are you getting old? There's so much junk in your life What you've got, you don't even know Don't take a phone company To tell you life's pay as you go I wonder how much of life is set up in útero? Under the waterfall, under the waterfall Under the waterfall, it's cool and cold, and clear Watching too much TV I'm an actor in a puppet show There's so much stuff in my life No room for me to grow One day I'm going to break from my life Due south down to Mexico I'm going to burn down my house It's the only way to let it go Under the waterfall, under the waterfall Under the waterfall, it's cool and cold, and clear Run your hands 'cross the flanks of a horse Feel the pulse of blood, feel the heat and the force It's an antidote to a life spent on the beat That's the beat of concrete, the beat of machines Of mobile phones and plasma screens How much junk in my life do I really need? Under the waterfall, under the waterfall Under the waterfall, it's cool and cold, and clear I'm so cynical, where I need to play? I'm so cynical, find another way I'm so cynical, I can't change One drop is lonely, two drops okay Three drops can make a spray Four drops get carried away, dive Under the waterfall, under the waterfall Under the waterfall, it's cool and cold, and clear Under the waterfall, under the waterfall Under the waterfall, it's cool and cold, and clear © CHRYSALIS MUSIC LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com