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 was a mind Neither a ship, nor a sea Neither of glass, nor of wine Even this ghost of a road Climbing hand over hand, Toward that pinprick of light, Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Toward the sea that god sewn Ah baby, I try to recognize it in my mind, And I try to stamp it out before it happens I try to recognize it in my mind, and I 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 This land belong to the gulls, and the gulls to their cry And the cry to the wind And the cry to the wind And the cry to the wind