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