The love we made
Between [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] ship is lost again

We'll sail on again it's ours