Seagulls

In the mornings of July
I waited in my bed
thinkin' of the seagulls fly
missin' your breath.

I watched you passing by
staring at the time
So went the mornings of July,
regretting lately, living fine.

In the mornings of July
I waited in my bed
thinkin' of the seagulls fly
missin' your breath.

Lonely as I was
sat early near you
before the world's fuss
overtook the air,
not a clue
How would you
disappear in the blue?...

Since then I've been thinking
of the seagulls fly
wondering if you're cutting
down the mornings of July.

In the mornings of July
I waited in my bed
thinkin' of the seagulls fly
missin' your breath.