It's raining on the beach

She inches close but out of reach

The waves look painted on

Seagulls screaming



The sea is warship grey

It whispers ``fool!'' then slides away

Black coastline slumbers on

Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her



And all the flags that flap on the pier

Spell why on earth do you want

The fog hides much but one thing is clear

She's nearer



Dead deck chairs under shrouds

And life belts gape like minstrel mouths

Her hair still smells of salt

Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her

Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her

He who hesitates is lost



If you want her, you should tell her

Take her by the hand if you hesitate

If you wait, november wins her november will win her

She returns to sand so get ahold of the girl



I say i like your coat

Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat

I nearly didn't hear for

Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her



He who hesitates is lost




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