close to the waterline I thought that i'd been over my head. For the last time. I'm so close to the waterline. And the way i'm loving her now. I know this is bound to go down as the big one Whistle
traded holy water for cheap wine. And I ran out of time Or something that I can't define. I traded my whiskey for your wine. Leaving my river running dry. And a waterline You might say I'm wasting my
Sweet surrender on the quayside. You remember, we used to run and hide. In the shadow of the cargoes I'll take you one time. And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline Where the near
