The voice asleep, the voice has vanished
from the top of the sky to the place below
touch the surface and the mirror bends

your words resound, out of control

freeze into time now


Still inside, yet doubt survives
it all begins, beneath the skin

No-one is near, no-one will hear
your changeling song take shape
in Shadowtime


Turn your wish to a vapour, the silhouette fades
eclipse your blue eyes, and the outline remains

from the house of the moon to the stars up above
amidst the comets, first sight of love


so begins the countdown

Falling sky, a solar sigh

it all begins, beneath the skin
No-one is near, no-one will hear
your changeling song takes shape

in Shadowtime

Shadowtime --


Catching fire, taking hold
all that glisters leaves you cold

No-one is near, no-one will head
your changeling song take shape
in Shadowtime


Shadowtime --