Song | Seagull |
Artist | Bill Callahan |
Album | Dream River |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
A barroom may entice / A seagull like me | |
Right off the sea / Right off the sea | |
And into the barroom | |
The barroom the barroom | |
Barroom Barroom | |
And let go / Yeah let go of the trapeze | |
And melt the snow of dream river | |
I wonder if I’ll ever wake up | |
I mean really wake up | |
Wake up and wake you too | |
First thing I will do | |
I will wake you too | |
How long have I been gone | |
How long have I been traveling | |
How tired have I been and | |
How far have I got | |
In circling | |
Circling | |
With all the tolls we pay | |
We’ll own the highway someday | |
With all the tolls we pay | |
We’ll own the highway someday | |
And the weight of the world slips away | |
And the seagull falls back on the sea |
A barroom may entice A seagull like me | |
Right off the sea Right off the sea | |
And into the barroom | |
The barroom the barroom | |
Barroom Barroom | |
And let go Yeah let go of the trapeze | |
And melt the snow of dream river | |
I wonder if I' ll ever wake up | |
I mean really wake up | |
Wake up and wake you too | |
First thing I will do | |
I will wake you too | |
How long have I been gone | |
How long have I been traveling | |
How tired have I been and | |
How far have I got | |
In circling | |
Circling | |
With all the tolls we pay | |
We' ll own the highway someday | |
With all the tolls we pay | |
We' ll own the highway someday | |
And the weight of the world slips away | |
And the seagull falls back on the sea |
A barroom may entice A seagull like me | |
Right off the sea Right off the sea | |
And into the barroom | |
The barroom the barroom | |
Barroom Barroom | |
And let go Yeah let go of the trapeze | |
And melt the snow of dream river | |
I wonder if I' ll ever wake up | |
I mean really wake up | |
Wake up and wake you too | |
First thing I will do | |
I will wake you too | |
How long have I been gone | |
How long have I been traveling | |
How tired have I been and | |
How far have I got | |
In circling | |
Circling | |
With all the tolls we pay | |
We' ll own the highway someday | |
With all the tolls we pay | |
We' ll own the highway someday | |
And the weight of the world slips away | |
And the seagull falls back on the sea |