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(B. Walkenhorst)Looking out my window, the eclipse has begunI grab your hand, we run outside and dance in the dimming sunLight through the leaves casts a zillion crescents on the groundAnd you say hold me tight (Alright!)Peeking through a pinhole, the eclipse has begunThe shadow tag of sun and moon washes over us and everyoneLives that overlap without ever seeing that it's soAnd you say hold me closeDon't let me goHigh noon and midnight we're standing in the pathWhere shadows beget shadows and every step has an aftermathLeaving tiptoe ripples of a stepping stoneNobody walks aloneThings are set in motion, sounds clash and harmonizeAnd the fire of the moment becomes the light in my baby's eyesWe plant by the moon, by chance and by designAnd I know this is mineThis is mine all the timeThere's a butterfly in China and a Kansas thunderstormA man laying down a dollar and a young girl's clothes being tornActions and reactions, echoes only dogs can hearAnd I say what's that sound?Spinning me round and around and roundAnd I'm looking at the sky, I see the eclipse at an endI am but an arm's length from my lover and my friendAnd from every other soul that I may know or never willUnder the shining sunLife goes on and on
(B. Walkenhorst)Looking out my window, the eclipse has begunI grab your hand, we run outside and dance in the dimming sunLight through the leaves casts a zillion crescents on the groundAnd you say hold me tight (Alright!)Peeking through a pinhole, the eclipse has begunThe shadow tag of sun and moon washes over us and everyoneLives that overlap without ever seeing that it's soAnd you say hold me closeDon't let me goHigh noon and midnight we're standing in the pathWhere shadows beget shadows and every step has an aftermathLeaving tiptoe ripples of a stepping stoneNobody walks aloneThings are set in motion, sounds clash and harmonizeAnd the fire of the moment becomes the light in my baby's eyesWe plant by the moon, by chance and by designAnd I know this is mineThis is mine all the timeThere's a butterfly in China and a Kansas thunderstormA man laying down a dollar and a young girl's clothes being tornActions and reactions, echoes only dogs can hearAnd I say what's that sound?Spinning me round and around and roundAnd I'm looking at the sky, I see the eclipse at an endI am but an arm's length from my lover and my friendAnd from every other soul that I may know or never willUnder the shining sunLife goes on and on