Opel

<br>On a distant shore, miles from land<br><br>Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand<br><br>A dream in a mist of grey...<br><br>On a far distant shore...<br><br><br><br>The pebble that stood alone<br><br>And driftwood lies half buried<br><br>Warm shallow waters sweep shells<br><br>So the cockles shine...<br><br><br><br>A bare winding carcase, stark<br><br>Shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...<br><br>Dry tears...<br><br>Crisp black squeaks tore reeds<br><br>Make a circle of grey in a summer way, around man<br><br>So dont ground...<br><br><br><br>Im trying<br><br>Im trying to find you!<br><br>To find you<br><br>Im living, Im giving,<br><br>To find you, to find you,<br><br>Im living, Im living,<br><br>Im trying, Im giving