Текст песни I Name This Ship the Tragedy, Bless Her & All Who Sail With Her - Matt Elliott

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

We'll sail on again it′s ours