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 recognize it in my mind
Try to stamp it out before it happens
I try to recognize it in my mind
Try to stamp it 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 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