Opel

Opel - Syd Barrett

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