Ever so patient watching the days disappear
I'll dance round the kitchen
But you dance round the sun for a year

A solar eclipse, just like passing ships
Oh, the longer the wait, the better the kiss
As long as you're making it home by the twenty fifth

I've gotten older by three hundred and sixty four days
I've rearranged all the sofas
And my hair's gotten grey with the wait

My only wish, the taste of your lips
But the more you resist, the bettеr it is
As long as you're making it home by the twеnty fifth

A solar eclipse, just like passing ships
Oh, the longer the wait, the better it is
As long as you're making it home by the twenty fifth