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