Paroles de OPEL

For many years I collected leaves
Blown down from ancient trees
Among the words I caressed
Found me alone at last

My books put Prospero to shame
And the words I knew so well
Would have damned me all the same
Seductive and sweet it was..

Shadows cast from a fate
They were waiting for me all the same
All the madness
Incantations..

Allo of those many voices
Seductive and sweet it was..

Unto these hands a stone
A mirror to my soul
Such a stone as this
My sweet opel

And to your books again
Whoah I've seen them open
May you find your way My sweet opel