(difford/tilbrook) Bar illuminations shiver

Shadows on the street

The cypriot sailors

Find the world back at their feet

Endless days of tobacco nights by the radio

I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven

The beer mats are wading

In a table of froth

The bar girl is serving

With a check drying cloth

She'll bend over backwards even though she's knackered

I wonder if there'll have her up in heaven Like the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m.

Heaven's round the corner in a comfortable bed

And I love her. The officers and seamen

Elbow places at the bar

Words that tempt the goddess

Don't leave beats upon the heart

But she'll service his pleasure

And never know the treasure

That his wife keeps forever up in heaven The first light of the morning

Proves too much for the street

No one sees each other

Just their presence there to meet

Your chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnel

And the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven