Dearly beloved we are gathered here today,
To lament the loss of honesty,
To the art of saving face.
Of vanity and opacity,
A generation lost beneath the waves.

Loose lips sink ships,
And we´re all going down.

We´re in the throes of vertigo,
Higher is impossible.
Sink like a stone,
Let it all go,
Higher is impossible.

The oceans rise to break the bow,
And I find peace within the sound,
Or water rushing in.
So bid farewell to all you know,
Take your place way down below,
We´ll sleep beneath the waves.

Loose lips sink ships,
And we´re all going down.

We´re in the throes of vertigo,
Higher is impossible.
Sink like a stone,
Let it all go,
Higher is impossible.

Loose lips sink ships,
And we´re on our way down.

So slowly we drift down,
And all our Kings are dead now.