Gulls – David GrayBy This land belongs to the gullsAnd the gulls to their cryAnd their cry to the windAnd the wind belongs to no-oneThe wind belongs to no-oneI gave my breath to the songTo the song, wasn’t mineNeither of ship nor of seaNeither of glass nor of wineLeaving this ghost of a roadI’m climbing hand over handToward that pinprick of lightToward the seed that God sowedToward the seed that God sowedToward the seed that God sowedToward the seed that God sowedOh BabyTry to recognise it in my mindTry to stamp it out before it happensYeah I try to recognise it in my mindTry to stamp it outThe writing’s on, the writing’s onThe writing’s on the wallThe writing’s on, the writing’s onThe writing’s on the wall [x4]This land belongs to the gullsAnd the gulls to their cryAnd their cry to the windAnd their cry to the windAnd their cry to the wind www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20