Born in the whirling womb of spinning time
so light with silver wings in freedom.
I wish I had the roads you have to choose
to find myself somewhere.
Seagull How does it feel to weave all you believe
through weightless clouds up there
I wonder?
Haunted by ageless men who sailed
and lost themselves beyond the shores.
Seagull...
One question mark I see there in the sky,
Won't you come down and touch my hand
before you die?
Try to touch everything beneath your wings then fly.., then fly...
Seagull...
How can you dodge my eyes through rainless skies
then go and trick the sun above you.
Side Two