factory chimney cough yellow smoke trucks and trains go rumbling throw down your key from your window high your man's out drinking neighbours thinking evil lead by the the lights of your electric fire your grey slips falls around your feet and across the sheet your nut brown curls go tumbling
we don't have long before he comes home from the bar I'll be gone a week of sundays meet me by the bronze horse or the clock tower try to come Friday, Saturday maybe don't cry now you'll freak the baby
Cold morning sun to show me where I spent the night Sun can you find through porthole on the anchored sea ?me Then I'm walking on the prom deck asking the sky Oh someone won't you hear my cry Come and stop my questioning, stop my lie And maybe give me a sign to show me it's alright
Seagull come fly me your song your high song
It's very true there's nothing to complain of here You know I've tried and not found an enemy to fear ?here There's safety in the warm thoughts all around me Adventure in the strange port quay But still a questioning in the quiet of me Why do I need a sign to show me it's alright
Seagull come fly me your song your high song All right, out on the rolling, rolling sea Now.
