Gulls

This land belongs to the gulls

And the gulls to their cry

And their cry to the wind

And the wind belongs to no-one

The wind belongs to no-one

I gave my breath to the song

To the song, wasn't mine

Neither of ship nor of sea

Neither of glass nor of wine

Leaving this ghost of a road

I'm climbing hand over hand

Toward that pinprick of light

Toward the seed that God sowed

Toward the seed that God sowed

Toward the seed that God sowed

Toward the seed that God sowed

Oh Baby

Try to recognise it in my mind

Try to stamp it out before it happens

Yeah I try to recognise it in my mind

Try to stamp it out

The writing's on, the writing's on

The writing's on the wall

The writing's on, the writing's on

The writing's on the wall

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This land belongs to the gulls

And the gulls to their cry

And their cry to the wind

And their cry to the wind

And their cry to the wind