the gulls are talking to me again – in the morning, and in the stillness of night. the gulls talk to me again through the darkness. they talk so much, they talk inside, they make my essence flow through yours, they make us both go into faraway dreams. the gulls are talking to me again, talking at night.
and i cannot get used to this shore, this song of the waves; like a gull, i have no knowledge of peace, do help this gull to fly.
the anthem of all the crazy people everywhere in the world. especially at night.