[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"