The sea brings ill tidings.
On the sea air, I swear,
a call to lift all my hair.
My kin seems to scream,
or perhaps it's just a dream.
God, make it a dream.
God, let this be a dream.
My patience wears thin.
My trust is broken.
Adelaide, once again I see you have strayed.
The bay now grows wide,
with the coming of the evening tide.
As I listen to whitecaps sigh,
I kneel in prayer, and plead for a sign.
And the gull drops dead in front of me.
Adelaide, this bed you've made, your debts unpaid.
Adelaide, what would your mother say? What would our father say?
Adelaide, they're turning in their graves.
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