A bird for singing lullabies
Forever sound wistful cries
I feel the suffering of songs
I know for whom she always longs
I know for whom her passion is.
And I am falling on my knees
To cry with you, my lovely gull
I’ve always been so numb and dull
I didn’t hear what you’d said
I didn’t se the hand that laid
That laid some courage into me
The flying gull fell to the sea
And now she’s dying, dying fast
And I’m afraid she’s not the last