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 --