Françoise Hardy
Strange Shadows
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...