Down To The Waterline Lyrics

Sweet surrender on the quayside You remember, we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I'll take you one time And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline
Where the near misses on the dogleap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways Foghorn blowing out wild and cold A policeman shines a light upon 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 where they used to meet She can feel him in the places where the sailors go When she's walking by the river on the railway line She can still hear him whisper, “Let's go down to the waterline” Come on, now, yeah