Camping next to water Fish infested slaughter I feed the fishes into me It's a misty within reason I'm hoping I don't freeze here I fuel the fire, I feed it's glow But these's no use in feeling All the things I'm feeding There's no one here to feel with me
The second is easier Though it may be breezier And the snow is falling down But as the fire smoulders I will never will grow older Because I drink from waterfalls The stars above shine on me I'll catch and save them in a jar
My feet a mass of blisters Collecting frost on whiskers As I taste the moring dew I think my mind is clearer now I want you to be nearer now I'm ready t come back to you Cause there's no use in feeling All the things I'm feeling There's no one here to feel with me.
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