Down To The Waterline Songtext / Lyric

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 were counting all the numbers down the waterline

Near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darked doorways
A 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 many in your jackets and our jeans ore torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
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 th ewaterline