Opel

On a distant shore
Miles from land
Stands the ebony totem
In ebony sand
A dream in a mist of grey
On a far distant shore

The pebble that stood alone
And driftwood lies half buried
Warm shallow waters sweep shells
So the cockles shine

A bare winding carcase, stark
Shimmers as flies scoop up meat
An empty way
Dry tears

Crisp black squeaks tore reeds
Make a circle of grey
In a summer way
Around man
So don't ground

Instrumental

I'm trying
I'm trying
To find you
To find you

I'm living
I'm giving
To find you
To find you

I'm living
I'm living
I'm trying
I'm giving