In my most hopeless days and lost in pitch-black caves, There’s waterfalls and dripping stone walls It’s so perfect and amazing, you may only naively believe There’s waterfalls and all perspectives And when you see the light or go for walks at night There’s waterfalls but you can stay dry In the universe and in the death and birth I always wonder, at each, my mother? And right before I die or start to tell a lie, There is a spark drowned out In my heart’s hiding place, there is a moonlit lake And there’s waterfalls on the way down there On top of spaghetti and growing to a tree There’s waterfalls and dripping meatballs And in my Cadillac, you call me your mac dad There’s waterfalls And in the home of sky and in your pure, pure eyes There’s waterfalls I try to swim in