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 tero? 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