seagulls are waiting for the end of this world
hovering outside my bedroom
wind doves are drowning in those same ink wells
the crows, they sell such fabled odd jobs
I'm k**ing time, but I don't know how
to give a quick and painless d**h
so it's torturing seconds and there's mangled minutes
the strangle to finish that last hour
'til the wind halves, and the tin roofs creak
they flap like ghost mouths through the night
please, don't cry for me
finally, I am free
please, don't cry for me
finally, I am free
seagulls are waiting for the end of this world
(please, don't cry for me)
hovering outside my bedroom
(finally, I am free)
wind doves are drowning in those same ink wells
(please, don't cry for me)
let ourselves
(finally, I am free)
oh, please, don't cry for me
finally, I am free