Gulls & Buoys - Flat Earth Society

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

Trapped in a mine what had caved in And everyone knows the only ones left Were Joe and me and Tim When they broke through to pull us free The only ones left to tell the tale Was Joe and me Timothy, Timothy Where on earth did you go Timothy, Timothy God, why don't I know Hungry as hell, no food to eat And Joe said that he would sell his soul For just a piece of meat Water enough to drink for two And Joe said to me, I'll take a swig And then there's some for you Timothy, Timothy Joe was looking at you Timothy, Timothy God, what did we do I must've blacked out just 'bout then 'Cause the very next thing that I could see Was the light of the day again My stomach was full as it could be And nobody ever got around To finding Timothy Timothy, Timothy Where on earth did you go Timothy, Timothy God, why don't I know Timothy, yeah Timothy Timothy, yeah Timothy

Whoo You were the wildest one Tried to say it, but your lips are like loaded guns So say you'll meet me on Friday night You know the deal when we're together and you catch my eye I don't usually want, but I jump Head first You make it hard not to want to want it 'Cause you can see when the lights are on it, let's be honesty Make no promise I know it's been a while I tried some other things, but you're the kind of one I like So say you'll meet me on Saturday night You know the deal when we're together, you come over to mine I don't usually want, but I jump Head first You make it hard not to want to want it 'Cause you can see when the lights are on it, let's be honest Make no promise I don't usually want, but I want you And I'll think about it next time Said I'll think about it next time I jump Head first You make it hard not to want to want it 'Cause you can see when the lights are on it, let's be honest Make no promise Head first I still like to see what you're thinking of it 'Cause you can see when the lights are on it, let's be honest Make no promise