Letras
Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember, we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargos, I take you one time
We're counting all the numbers down to the waterline
Well, near misses on the dog leap stairway
French kisses in the darkened doorway
Foghorn blowin' out wild and cold
A policeman shines a light on 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, mm
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 walkin' by the river or the railway line
She can still hear him whisper, "Let's go down to the waterline
Come on"