Down To The Waterline

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Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
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In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time
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And we're 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

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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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700 /   420  /  300
A00 /   300
500 /   000
F#  /   A00 /  000/  220  

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
When she's walking by the river and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline