Down To The Waterline

Sweet surrender on the quayside
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 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
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 French kisses in the darkened doorways
 A foghorn blowing out a wild and cold
 A policeman shines a light on my shoulder
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 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
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 She can see him on the jetty where 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"
 Come on