Hey, what do I do?
If the captain is drunk and the winds are too much,
he's out looking for something.
And maybe it's love
or some adoration, and maybe too much.
He's looking for something to prove.
What can I do?
And what do I do
if half of the crew just wants their sugar on their tongue?
Now,
they're pulling their punches,
they're making assumptions.
Headlights are off as our heads in the sand.
We fall through the glass.
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What
can I do?
What do I do?
It's already done.
We spun gold into straw.
We saw more than enough.
When we touch, do we feel?
Have we tasted too much when we speak of the devil?
He hears what he wants.
What can I do?
What can I do?