The love we madenBetween pissingnAnd even as we sailnThis boat is listingnWe've weathered stormsnwithout even thinkingnThat even as we speaknThis ship is sinkingnnOur die was cast in better daysnBut the compass points are all erasednAnd so we're forced to drift for daysnLooks like this ship is lost againnnAnchors rippednThese sails are tearingnAnd there is no clear waynTo see how we're faringnOnly the starsnTo check our bearingsnAnd our witches marksnTo bless our pairingnnWe'll batten down beneath the wavesnAnd talk and laugh and lust for daysnEven Saint Nick would turn his facenThis fucking ship is lost againnnWe'll sail on again it's ours