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 ole 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'll 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 doin'

I've had vision on the skillet

To fish which is your art