Seagulls
Motorama
flowers from fields they come to a burial
that's why our mothers, they can't sleep enough
they can't sleep enough
seagulls come to shore, to your father
he's standing on the edge right back to the dawn
colours and glimpse had gone to the catacombs
that's why our mothers, holy mothers, they can't sleep enough
open your gates to the shore
open your gates to the shore
seagulls come to shore, to your pa
he's standing on the edge right back to the dawn
open your gates to the shore
open your gates to the shore, brother
