| The wind caught the seagull and chased it off the shore | |
| See how it trembles | |
| Givin' in, drifting off | |
| A boy lit a cigarette | |
| While the girl closed the door | |
| These hopeless romantic fools | |
| Won’t be lovers no more | |
| But see how the waves are rushing in | |
| And see how the waves are washing off | |
| Leaving the shore so pure | |
| Cleansing until it’s white as snow | |
| A dear's gasping for air | |
| It’s made its last mistake | |
| A fool for old nature’s rules | |
| Drifts away in the wake of the dawn | |
| A car leaves the front yard | |
| Of a house she calls home | |
| Her man won’t be back again | |
| Won’t be home anymore | |
| But see how the waves are rushing in | |
| And see how the waves are washing off | |
| Leaving the shore so pure | |
| Cleansing until it’s white as snow | |
| New day’s dawn as the dark drifts away |
| The wind caught the seagull and chased it off the shore | |
| See how it trembles | |
| Givin' in, drifting off | |
| A boy lit a cigarette | |
| While the girl closed the door | |
| These hopeless romantic fools | |
| Won' t be lovers no more | |
| But see how the waves are rushing in | |
| And see how the waves are washing off | |
| Leaving the shore so pure | |
| Cleansing until it' s white as snow | |
| A dear' s gasping for air | |
| It' s made its last mistake | |
| A fool for old nature' s rules | |
| Drifts away in the wake of the dawn | |
| A car leaves the front yard | |
| Of a house she calls home | |
| Her man won' t be back again | |
| Won' t be home anymore | |
| But see how the waves are rushing in | |
| And see how the waves are washing off | |
| Leaving the shore so pure | |
| Cleansing until it' s white as snow | |
| New day' s dawn as the dark drifts away |
| The wind caught the seagull and chased it off the shore | |
| See how it trembles | |
| Givin' in, drifting off | |
| A boy lit a cigarette | |
| While the girl closed the door | |
| These hopeless romantic fools | |
| Won' t be lovers no more | |
| But see how the waves are rushing in | |
| And see how the waves are washing off | |
| Leaving the shore so pure | |
| Cleansing until it' s white as snow | |
| A dear' s gasping for air | |
| It' s made its last mistake | |
| A fool for old nature' s rules | |
| Drifts away in the wake of the dawn | |
| A car leaves the front yard | |
| Of a house she calls home | |
| Her man won' t be back again | |
| Won' t be home anymore | |
| But see how the waves are rushing in | |
| And see how the waves are washing off | |
| Leaving the shore so pure | |
| Cleansing until it' s white as snow | |
| New day' s dawn as the dark drifts away |