(B. Walkenhorst) Looking out my window, the eclipse has begun I grab your hand, we run outside and dance in the dimming sun Light through the leaves casts a zillion crescents on the ground And you say hold me tight (Alright!) Peeking through a pinhole, the eclipse has begun The shadow tag of sun and moon washes over us and everyone Lives that overlap without ever seeing that it's so And you say hold me close Don't let me go High noon and midnight we're standing in the path Where shadows beget shadows and every step has an aftermath Leaving tiptoe ripples of a stepping stone Nobody walks alone Things are set in motion, sounds clash and harmonize And the fire of the moment becomes the light in my baby's eyes We plant by the moon, by chance and by design And I know this is mine This is mine all the time There's a butterfly in China and a Kansas thunderstorm A man laying down a dollar and a young girl's clothes being torn Actions and reactions, echoes only dogs can hear And I say what's that sound? Spinning me round and around and round And I'm looking at the sky, I see the eclipse at an end I am but an arm's length from my lover and my friend And from every other soul that I may know or never will Under the shining sun Life goes on and on