Из альбома: Tour de Force: Live in London - Royal Albert Hall
Seagull, you fly 'cross the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asked you where you are going
Nobody knows where you're from
There is a man asking a question
Is it a really the end of the world?
Seagull, you must have known for a long time
The shapes of things to come
Now you fly through the sky
Never asking why
And you fly all around
Until somebody shoots you down
Seagull you fly 'cross the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asked you where you are going
Nobody knows where you're from
Now you fly through the sky
Never asking why
And you fly all around
Until somebody shoots you down
Gonna fly away tomorrow, fly away
Leave it to my sorrow, hey yeah
Gonna fly away
Leave it to my sorrow, hey yeah