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...