Dire Straits - Down To The Waterline

Down To The Waterline

Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of cargoes I take you one time
And were counting all the numbers down to the waterline
Near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened 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 money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm
She can see himon the jetty where they used to go
She can feel himin the places where the sailors go
When shes walking by the river and the railway line
She can sti will hear himwhisper
Lets go down to the waterline