Down To The Waterline.kar

Sweet surrender
on the quayside
You remember
we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes
I take you one time
And we're counting all the numbers
down to the waterline
Well, Near misses
on the dogleap stairways
French kisses
in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing
outa wild and cold
A policeman shines a light
on my shoulder
Up comes a coaster fast and silent
in the night
Over my shoulder all you can see
are the pilot lights
No money in our jackets
and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold
but your lips are warm
She can see him on the jetty
that they used to know
She can feel him in the places
where the sailors go
When she's walking by the river
and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline