The beauty, tender glow extinguished
The sky dull from a breeze
Ghostly the dawn without its red
Uncanny, estranged to our nature
The light like lead

Ripped in the dark
A tiny sickle
As small as cut by a surgical knife

The suns last spark melts away
Not unlike a dying wick
Now stands disc on disc
And crushes my heart

All I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to see
Is a total eclipse of the sun

All I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to see
Is a total eclipse of the sun

'Ah' says everyone
Just the birds are silent
With surprise

All I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to see
Is a total eclipse of the sun

All I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to see
Is a total eclipse of the sun

All I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to see
Is a total eclipse of the sun

All I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to see
Is a total eclipse of the sun

Copyright: Royalty Network
Writer(s): ALEXANDER HACKE, ANDREW CHUDY, BLIXA BARGELD