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
