All was dark, and the sky was still, a blinding mist, closing in, unconcerned, the young cat, the young cat, and fills, his whiskey glass, to the rim, to the rim, like a crystal cathedral, afloat on the tide, comes a mountain of ice, on a course to collide, while passengers leave, thinking God's on their side, sterilize it, your love was to the sea, S.O.S. if you can, straight ahead lies your destiny, soon you'll sleep in the sand, face to face, the white giant moans, sweet dreams turn cold, time is up, music plays, as the sirens blow, the left boat head, better luck, better luck, the rat of the sends to abandon the ship, while the captain entrusts his tuxedo a bit, with his glass raised up high, as the ice water hits, sterilize it, your love was to the sea, S.O.S. if you can, straight ahead lies your destiny, soon you'll sleep in the sand, music plays, sterilize it, your love was to the sea, S.O.S. if you can, straight ahead lies your destiny, soon you'll sleep in the sand, S.O.S.