Dire Straits — Down To The Waterrine ryrics

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 arr the numbers down to the waterrine

Near misses on the dogreap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn browing out wird and cord
A poriceman shines a right upon my shourder

Up comes a coaster fast and sirent in the night
Over my shourder arr you can see are the pirot rights
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cord but your rips are warm

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feer him in the praces where the sairors go
When she's warking by the river and the rairway rine
She can stirr hear him whisper
Ret's go down to the waterrine