all was dark and the sky was still

a blinding mist closing in

unconcerned the young captain fills

his whiskey glass to the rim, to the rim

like a crystal cathedral afloat on the tide

comes a mountain of ice on the course to collide

while passengers sleep thinking God's on their side

Terra Titanic you're lost 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, boat

sweet dreams turn cold, time is up

music plays as the sirens blow

the last boat had better luck, better luck

the rats have the sense to abandon the ship

while the captain adjusts his tuxedo a bit

with his glass raised up as the ice water hits

Terra Titanic you're lost to the sea

S.O.S. if you can

straight ahead lies your destiny

soon you'll sleep in the sand



Terra Titanic you're lost to the sea

S.O.S. if you can

straight ahead lies your destiny

soon you'll sleep in the sand