From the page in the book that I found From the sound of a word written down Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call Fingers trembling, I read to the end Then the light seemed to wither and bend And the words seemed to call, strange shadows fall
Who to run to or who to tell? Who would listen to me? Just the sound of a ringing bell and the night running free
Then the wind took the page from my sight I was left all alone in the night Where the dew gently falls, strange shadows call Time will pass but the words they remain And I dream of them ever again Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call
Strange shadows, they're calling, strange shadows calling me to... Strange shadows, they're calling, strange shadows calling me to... Strange shadows, they're calling, strange shadows calling me to.