Seagulls - Josefine Cronholm

From the very first hello

fireworks, violins

on a sunny summerday, on their way

to the city hall, picture on the wall

Behind the curtains a broken star

nailed to the kitchen chair

she paints her secrets on her face

let the storm rage

hoping no one hear

I don´t want crying seagulls

I don´t see the point of sorrow

Too many promises to keep

try to wash away the blood on the sheet

she passes the scatches on the floor

this time she`ll leave

I don´t want crying seagulls

I don´t see the point of sorrow

Happiness, picture on the wall

Happiness, picture on the wall