[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Well, near misses on the dogleap stairway
French kisses in the darkened doorway
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold
A policeman, he shines a light upon my shoulder

[Verse 3]
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

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
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"