Tekst piosenki
Wind across the quay-side grit in my eyes and fish in my nose white as whalebone, wheeling seagulls cry outside the bar in the high-street blind fingers spin an accordeon reel shoes and sedan wheels grudgingly keeping time fishing boat stretched out at low tide dog and a black man work on the deck bright as a bottle, sunlight skips wave to wave part of a map of somewhere teases my foot like a haunting dream never so free, i'm lost in the seagulls' flight
