- published: 06 Jun 2016
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A wharf, quay (/ˈkiː/, also /ˈkeɪ/ or /ˈkweɪ/), staith or staithe is a structure on the shore of a harbor or on the bank of a river or canal where ships may dock to load and unload cargo or passengers. Such a structure includes one or more berths (mooring locations), and may also include piers, warehouses, or other facilities necessary for handling the ships.
A wharf commonly comprises a fixed platform, often on pilings. Commercial ports may have warehouses that serve as interim storage areas, since the typical objective is to unload and reload vessels as quickly as possible. Where capacity is sufficient a single wharf with a single berth constructed along the land adjacent to the water is normally used; where there is a need for more capacity multiple wharves, or perhaps a single large wharf with multiple berths, will instead be constructed, sometimes projecting into the water. A pier, raised over the water rather than within it, is commonly used for cases where the weight or volume of cargos will be low.
Don't you walk. Run. she said
We live in a drinking town with a big football problem
Cry out loud, shake it down
I'll be in pieces before night is done
I am calm, yet shattered like a broken windshield
She begs me to fall in love with her
Like it's the first time
But it's never the same
When you glue it back together
You still see the cracks
And I keep on slipping
So wait while I break
Cause I know I can't take much more than this
Sunday's bells ring and hell's on my doorstep, tempting
Don't you reach out to me
Just to hold on to something real
Then she begs me to be in love
Like it's the first time
But it's never the same
When you glue it back together
You still see the cracks
And I keep on slipping
You know it's never the same
When you glue it back together
You still see the cracks
And I keep on slipping
You spit words off the tip of your tongue
But you forget that the ears that you trust
Come back with everything that you said
You wear make-up to cover the fake-up
Soft as concrete, smooth as sandpaper
They come back with everything that you said
With everything that you said
Everything that you said
With everything that you said
You know it's never the same
When you glue it back together
You still see the cracks
And I keep slipping
And I keep, and I keep slipping
I keep slipping away