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 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