A hot cup of wine on a chilly afternoon I look like a sailor and I drink like one too We carry the torch into the night Through the cobblestone alleys With wandering hands and wondering eyes True poetry hides at the bottom of a frosted glass We hide in the shadows to preserve our new romance The mercury keeps rising as our hearts keep racing And we turn away Into the background we fade And together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Waltzing Matylda with you What to do... It's 3 am, and it's time to retire The last of the last calls have been stacked on the pyre And polaroid flashes remember our faces So when our temples turn grey we'll remember that day And together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Waltzing Matylda with you What to do... A hot cup of wine on a chilly afternoon You smoke like a chimney but you still look 22 I guess you still are and I guess we still might Go skipping through the alleys to relive that perfect night And together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Waltzing Matylda with you And together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Together we go down to the river Waltzing Matylda with you What to do...