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 (x3)
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 to Mexico
I'm going to burn down my house, it's the only way to let go

Under the waterfall (x3)
It's cool and cold and clear

Run your hand along 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 (x3)
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 OK
Three drops can make a spray, four srops get carried away

Dive

Under the waterfall (x3)
It's cool and cold and clear

Under the waterfall (x3)
It's cool and cold and clear