Teksty: Mountain Goats, The. The Lady From Shanghai.

the waves were beating

against the shore

the waves were beating

as if they hadn't before

the dock was soaking

the wood was wet

your hair blew madly

i can't forget.

we went down to the boat.

we went down to the boat.

yeah!



the rushing water

the pale sky

hey, that's a good way

to let the dock dry

you know what i mean

we were slaves

the word was lurching

the dark way

as we went down to the boat

we went down to the boat.

we went down to the boat.

we went down to the boat.

yeah!