Shadowtime

Tom: Am

    C                             F
The voice asleep, the voice has vanished
         C                           F
from the top of the sky to the place below
C                                 F
touch the surface and the mirror bends
     C                        F
your words resound, out of control
freeze into time now

Am            G
Still inside, yet doubt survives
        E             F
it all begins, beneath the skin
Am              G
No-one is near, no-one will hear
     E                    F
your changeling song take shape

   C           F
in Shadowtime