Syd Barrett - Opel - Sözleri

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

















		
			



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