I loved you before, you were the one who said that we could reach for Seagulls The hate you store, the ink that ignites each pen, each poem shimmers bright In the English light, the storm and the rain subsides The strike of lightning in our eyes I see the trees, gnarled so effortlessly If only we were Seagulls I loved your touch You were the one who said that we should catch them now Your broken wings they stop your flight You learn to fly A million suns will guide your light You may be high I loved you before, you were the one who said that we could reach for Seagulls The hate you store, the ink that ignites each pen, each poem shimmers bright