Cuckoo Cocoon

Cuckoo Cocoon (Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford) 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 light. 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.