Opel

On a distant shore, miles from land

Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand

A dream in a mist of gray

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 carcass, stark

Shimmers as flies scoop up meat

An empty way, dry tears

Crisp flax squeaks tall reeds

Make a circle of gray

In a summer way, around man

Stood on ground

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