Chasing
your
shadow,
the
senses
together,
four-leafed
and
clever
I
come
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,
a
run
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...