Pink Pinks

Already the seagulls
Hovering over the city
Waiting for a sign of weakness
To swoop down without pity
Time is like butterflies
Blowing away by the wind
Never my flutter dies
Never leave me behind
When we sind on the ground
They seize the town
It's time that you call me
To go into the country
It's time that you call me
To go into the country
To your big white room
Finally colour
The black pinks pink