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, the heat and the force

It's an antidote to a life spent on the beat





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



D I V E




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


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