We were young and free, vying in love’s lottery. Sure we had some thrills and took some spills, it’s true. Some they got away, while some others came to stay. Can’t help dreamin’ of if the winds of love, they re-blew. Imagine the worst cursed cruise. Doomed passengers dance through the news. Every old flame of yours there. One last chance for a dance if you dare. Tell me now, could you choose, when there’s nothing left to lose, whose are the hands that you’d grip for the last waltz on a sinking ship? Just try to keep your poise with this dancer’s Sophie’s choice. This scenario’s so unlikely, don’t you know. When our time has come, we all hope we found the one who will make the trip in our sinking ship the best way to go.
