You stand by the rusted iron rail
Your woolen coat is thin and pale
The canal water is thick and green
The coldest sight I've ever seen
Wait for the bite on the nylon line
Sipping the winter like bitter wine
Wrapped in the fog of a Dutch design
Patient and still till the stars align
Your boots are soaked in the morning dew
The heavy mist is a ghostly hue
A copper kettle keeps the heat
Above the cobblestones of the street
Wait for the bite on the nylon line
Sipping the winter like bitter wine
Wrapped in the fog of a Dutch design
Patient and still till the stars align
You check the float with a steady eye
While the grey barges glide slowly by
A single cigarette glows in red
While all the city is tucked in bed
Wait for the bite on the nylon line
Sipping the winter like bitter wine
Wrapped in the fog of a Dutch design
Patient and still till the stars align
The wooden bridge gives a heavy creak
The winter wind makes the railing speak
You hold the secret of the deep blue
And I am watching the world with you
Wait for the bite on the nylon line
Sipping the winter like bitter wine
Wrapped in the fog of a Dutch design
Patient and still till the stars align
Just you and the grey
Until the break of day Patient and still
The winter chill
