Eclipse

Gleaming rays foreshadow the eclipse

The boy in the box and the girl in the maze

Moonlit puppets cast no shadows

The invisible water flows down their cheeks

You call them teardrops. I call them wounds

You call them teardrops, oh, but I call them wounds

Shivering echoes of paradise

A lifetime stolen away, a fragment lost in eternity

Gleaming rays foreshadow the eclipse.