The Hollow Earth

If the sun won't arrive in the morning

And the moon won't arrive in the evening too

Then we start to get a kind of picture

Of how it would be to

Baby, to live without you

There's a hole in the bucket!

There's a rock in my shoe!

I'm working up a set of notions

Of how it would be to

Baby, to live without you

Warning! Warning!

Here we have the deep water

Danger Strange feelings!

Five o'clock in the morning

And there's something happening here

We finally get the kind of picture

The light is coming through

Clouds of mystery clear

I drpooed down a hole

I found the hollow earth

I woke up in a land of extremes

To find the worst that could be

That everything would be

Just what it seems