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...

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