Sweet Surrender On The Quayside


You Remember We Used To Run And Hide


In The Shadow Of The Cargoes I Take You One Time


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


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 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