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...