David Gray 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 x 4
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
