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 carcass stark
Shimmers as flies scoop up meat
An empty way,
Dry Tears
Crisp flax squeaks Tall reeds
Make a circle of grey
In a summer way, around man
stood on ground
BRIDGE: (in 6/8)
(repeat)
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