The love we made Between pissing And even as we sail This boat is listing We've weathered storms Without even thinking That even as we speak This ship is sinking
Our die was cast in better days But the compass points are all erased And so we're forced to drift for days Looks like this ship is lost again
Anchors ripped These sails are tearing And there is no clear way To see how we're faring Only the stars To check our bearings And our witches marks To bless our pairing
We'll batten down beneath the waves And talk and laugh and lust for days Even saint nick would turn his face This fucking ship is lost again
