Eclipse, the shadows emerges from the street box, hear the foot-steps, no entry.
She swim on the dance floor, there's nothing to do, it's too late.
Black and red lights, old tapestry, is night, the strength comes down.
The rider sing lowly in between his love sitting down.
Lightings contrasts, the morning is near from the window's skin.
Is eclipse, the joke of the night begin again.