There's always going to be the haters
who will hate the love
but who am I to judge that
All I do  is dance with the truth
on a sinking ship
on my date with death and misery.
This life had a change of plans that aren't so easy
But who am I to say that?
Now I'm down to writing songs
about crashing hips and falling hearts.
You're saying all the wrong things at all the right times
So I shield what you don't even notice.
But at least we know how to sing and dance
on a sinking ship
and carry a tune
on a burning bridge.