push a finger to your lips
because loose gums sink ships
whether it be one gone off course
or two colliding without force
in personal treacherous waters
this skipper stays in his quarters
sunk again like many times before
my salture will arise again once more
the liferaft comes always for you
carries you away from this awful wreck
im lost, rock bottom and still falling
take pity, hopefully he hears the calling
somehow both live, swap water for eggshells
the first ending comes to an abrupt retell
the shore beckons, hands off hips!
no more tricks, loose lips sink ships