Titanically Songtext
von Heather Rankin

Titanically H. Rankin/ D. Tyson

Dear Mr. Neptune
I′m in a spot
Don't like your attitude
If hell is all you′ve got
I'm just a violin
Why pick on me
Some lowly instrument
Abducted by an angry sea

Behind your starry mask
The power of your wrath

I know
There was some debt to pay
I know
It was overdue yesterday
But couldn't you think
Of some more palatable way


Toss me in a ten-foot wave
Taunt me with an icy grave
Grand finale, have me saved

And sold to the lowest bid
Pawned by a tin-eared kid
Placed in a pile of dust
Suffering chronic rust
Playing a tawdry tune
To an empty room

Take me to the water′s deep
I pray, I pray my soul to keep
While you reign upon your throne
I shall be among my own

Strike up the quintet
Captain says full steam ahead
Fancy me
Living Titanically
Mozart and Gershwin
We can match the mood you′re in
Picture, we
Living Titanically


Jump through the portal
Join in with the immortal
You and me
Living Titanically

Carefree in laughter
Happily ever after
You and me
Living Titanically