Well near misses on the dog leap stairways
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm
She can see him on the jetty where they used to nap
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold
We're counting all the numbers down to the waterline
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night
In the shadow of the cargoes, I take you one time
French kisses in the darkened doorways
Over my shoulder, all you can see are the pilot lights
When she's walking by the river or the railway line
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go