Below the Waterline

We met in Barcelona, we met in Ireland, we met in France

You read to me from your notebook

Kept a poem in the pocket of your pants

I tried so hard to charm you with my Ulysses and my flowered dress

And on a summer night in Bristol, by the boardwalk, we kissed

You took me down below the waterline, the waterline

Rocks and sand, broken fishing line, broken fishing line

Sinking down, leave my footprints in the sand

Disappearing below the waterline

Laced up boots and Lennon glasses

Curly hair, long and red

You drank your whiskey from the bottle

Rolled your cigarettes in bed

I never seemed to know exactly who I was

When I walked into your room

Were you making love to me

Or some stranger you knew

You took me down below the waterline, the waterline

Rocks and sand, broken fishing line, broken fishing line

Sinking down, leave my footprints in the sand

Disappearing below the waterline

I just wish I'd been a little more real to you

I just wish I'd been more real to myself

I left at the end of summer, it was time for me to go

I wrote a letter from the airport, kept your photo in my drawer

You were everything I thought I wanted

A shadow, a vision, a ghost

You were cool, you were kind, you were sullen

On that long drive to the coast

Where you took me down below the waterline, the waterline

Rocks and sand, broken fishing line, broken fishing line

I felt myself sink down, leave my footprints in the sand

Disappearing below the waterline