Come with Me, to an enchanted place
Filled with wonders of antique grace
A building there from outside time
Where strange things happen by day and night
The chimes... the chimes...
They are alive...
As the winds blow in from the lake
The chimes begin to play
Cold fingers through your hair
You look, theres no one there
The chimes... the chimes...
They are alive...
A fleeting shadow in the gloom
The laughter of a child
Still quietly resounding
In that blighted room
The chimes... the chimes...
They are alive...
Look carefully...
In the window, theres a shadow
A man standing, ever watching
Disappears before your eyes
Listen closely...
Ever present, ever walking
Is it still there? Ever stalking...
The chimes... the chimes...
They are alive...