Down To The Waterline (2022 Remaster)

Sweet surrender on the quayside

You remember we used to run and hide

In the shadow of the cargoes, I take you one at a time

And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline

Well, near misses on the dogleap stairway

French kisses in the darkened doorway

A foghorn blowing out a-wild and cold

A policeman, he 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 that they used to know

She can feel him in the places where the sailors go

When she's walking by the river or the railway line

She can still hear him whisper, "Let's go down to the waterline, c'mon"