Camping Next to Water

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 smolders 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 morning 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. --- Camping Next to Water - Badly Drawn Boy