the live experience dvd
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 carcase, stark
Shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...
Dry tears...
Crisp black squeaks tore reeds
Make a circle of grey in a summer way, around man
So don't ground...
I'm trying
I'm trying to find you!
To find you
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