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 a ship, nor a 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 sea that God sowed

Toward the sea that God sowed

Toward the sea that God sowed

Toward the sea that God sowed

Toward the sea that God sowed

Toward the sea that God sowed

Toward the sea that God sowed

Toward the sea that God sowed

Oh, baby

I try to recognize it in my mind

Try to stamp it out before it happens

I try to recognize it in my mind

Try to stamp out

(The writing's on, the writing's on, the writing's on the wall)

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)

(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)

(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)

The writing's on, the writing's on the wall

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