Chasing your shadow, the senses together, 
four-leafed and clever [bad word] from behind. 
Chasing your shadow, I wander in circles, 
you're one in a million, we're two of a kind. 

It's you that I long for, it's you that I hunger, 
oh you are the maker of waves in my mind. 

We dance in the moonlight, [bad word] on the wire, 
drawing a fine line, a neverending love. 
The fever turns slowly into a fire, drawing a fine line, 
a neverending love. 

Chasing your shadow, moon and the water, 
field and the reaper, star and the sky. 
Chasing your shadow, hammer and heartbeat, 
clay and new concrete, I follow the signs. 

It's you that I long for, it's you that I hunger, 
and you are the maker of waves in my mind. 

We dance in the moonlight...