Mark Seymour - Titanic lyrics

We're cutting it fine We're cutting it clean The green green gra** We're cutting it fine We're cutting it clean The green green gra** We're living the dream Bringing the bacon Home to be cooked We're getting ahead We're getting hooked On the hot north wind You can feel the fire On the naked heart Her lost desire The freaks in control Are closing in, The clamor of bedlam Is wearing thin And the great divide Between right and wrong, The cry of madness Is growing strong. Across your face The knowledge moves, And in your heart The silence proves And as you wander In search of me, Yeah you will forget What used to be. I will be living On borrowed time, As we cross over The forbidden line That once was written On desert sand We could not see We could not understand All the houses On every street Where lived the millions We will not meet And as we stumble From day to day Searching for glory On feet of clay As we go over The final hill For one more conquest One more thrill You know the story You know the drill And the haunted village Will stand alone When the dust is settled On your ancient bones They will be clean Picked by the crows Your carrion dream As the ice cap flows And the great Titanic She sails at dawn We will be honoured We will be born We're heading homeward We're heaven-bound We're sinking slowly No sight or sound And the great Titanic She sails at dawn We will be honoured We will be born We're heading homeward We're heaven-bound We're sinking slowly No sight or sound