Waterfall

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 utero

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 gonna 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, 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

Diiiiiiiiiive

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