Seagulls

flowers from fields they come to a burial
that's why our mothers, 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, our mothers, they can't sleep enough
open your gates to the shore
open your gates to the shore

seagulls come to shore, to your father
he's standing on the edge right back to the dawn

open your gates to the shore
open your gates to the shore