The beauty, tender glow extinguished
The sky dull from a breeze
Ghostly the dawn without its red
Uncanny, stranged to our nature
The light like lead
Ripped in the dark
A tiny sichle
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 want to see
Is a total eclipse of the sun

Ah - says everyone
Just as the birds are silent
With surprise

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