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