I go fishing. But you bait my line
I let it go to the bottom
Letting it slide

And if there´s a bite

I might
Pull it up

I go fishing. Just wishing.
I´d get a good one
And that timewill come
But my arms can´t pull it on up.

And if i get a bite, I might
Pull it up

I go fishing. And i get him.
But them i´m scared to touch him.
I watch him as i throw him back into the
Deep blue sea