There Is No-One what Will Take Care Of You

Beneath a flow of water You'll find yourself angling You'll find the hallmark wetting To spoil, you'll leave the days catch, While you drift off to sleep Hey, my baby Don't drift away Not on a sorry stow old pal o' mine Don't let eyebrows settle permanently Unfrowed with affection Unafflicted by karma, what new can I say? For the magic of my appearance does not exist you know For the sake of somebody You must try and ride in the lives we so despise And through this task the bait will glean Ask not advice to your day of relief A vision of his wife still o'er your head But the sky is one of many for your heart And the walls do they wallow? Which you've just been doing I've had vision on the skillet To fish which is your art