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,
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...