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I wrote The Walls Are Way Too Thin about a time in my life where I felt like i’d lost control of where I was heading and struggling a little with finding my place in the world. It was a very strange period, I’d just moved to London away from my family and all of a sudden everything that I knew to be normal had changed completely. I moved on a whim into this little dingy room. I met some cool people but this place was pretty lonely and claustrophobic. I’m such an awkward person and even though I really liked my housemates I still felt worried about small talk in the kitchen or passing each other in the corridors. I had some fun times there, but I felt like I was mostly confined to my room whilst chaos was going on in the flats or streets around us. To avoid confronting how I was feeling I’d sneak out of the flat and go on train journeys to see my mates, get drunk, then come back hungover through the night or morning. I wrote most of Walls and the songs that come next on those trains. It was my place of therapy, in the middle of nowhere.

I wanted the music video to reflect how I felt stuck in my room with my own internal anxiety rising. The idea of being trapped in an air vent in a burning building came from that feeling of claustrophobia and panic that I felt throughout my time living in the flat. Shooting the video was chaotic, my elbows and knees look quite different now after 8 hours of crawling back and forth. The fire blast in the vent was totally real too !!

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“Seagulls in the Wind” is a reflective acoustic pop ballad that explores the quiet melancholy of aging, the passage of time, and the enduring desire to break free from routine and rediscover life’s beauty. The narrator sits on a beach where he once played with his children, now grown and living their own lives. He watches the waves, feeling both nostalgia and a subtle ache for lost years. Beside him, his wife reads peacefully—a symbol of enduring love and quiet companionship.

As the song unfolds, it shifts from memory to yearning. The narrator questions the rhythm of daily life and expresses a longing to escape the confines of routine. He dreams of living and loving more freely, like seagulls soaring in the wind. The lyrics blend gentle imagery with emotional depth, capturing the tension between acceptance and the urge to reclaim joy. The final verses suggest that even with trembling hands and fewer days ahead, there’s still time to write, to love, and to fly.

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Lyrics: “Seagulls in the Wind”  
Genre: Acoustic Pop / Melancholic Folk  
Tempo: Mid-slow, fingerpicked guitar with soft piano and ambient pads

[Intro – gentle fingerpicked guitar, soft ambient swell]

[Verse 1]  
I set my chair down in the sand  
Where little feet once danced and ran  
Castles melted in the tide  
But echoes stayed, deep inside  

My children chasing waves and light  
Now drift beyond my daily sight  
I watch the water roll away  
And wonder where the years went grey  

[Instrumental – light piano motif with distant seagull sounds]

[Chorus 1]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – soft percussion enters, subtle bass pulse]

[Verse 2]  
Beside me, she reads in peace  
The same soft smile, the same release  
We’ve built a life, we’ve built it well  
But silence has its tales to tell  

The sun dips low, the sky turns gold  
I feel the pull, I feel the fold  
To dance again, to chase the flame  
To whisper love and call her name  

[Instrumental – acoustic strumming builds, strings begin to swell]

[Chorus 2]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – brief pause, then re-entry with warm pads and piano arpeggios]

[Verse 3]  
We’ve colored inside every line  
Played by the rules, said “we’re just fine”  
But deep within, a fire remains  
A quiet voice that still complains  

Let’s leave the clock and chase the breeze  
Forget the bills, the worn routines  
One final flight before we land  
Still time to write with trembling hands  

[Instrumental – emotional peak, layered harmonies, soft electric guitar textures]

[Final Chorus]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Outro – fading guitar harmonics, ambient wind, distant waves]

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©2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf  
All rights reserved.

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