Chasing your shadow, the senses together,
four-leafed and clever I come from behind.
Chasing your shadow, I wonder in cirles,
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 in the sky.
Chasing you shawow, hammer and heartbeat,
clay and new concrete, I follow the sings.
It's you that I long for, it's you that I hunger
and you are the maker of waves in my mind.
