There's something kind of strange
about the hyptnotizing ways that you move me
I can hear you in my thoughts
and when you're near I feel you walk right through me
Watching shadows on the wall
while the darkness of it all consumes me

And a cold chill fills the air
That's the feeling that i get when you're near
Sweet Adelaide, how long must I wait for you

There's something kind of strange
about the never ending ways that you haunt me
From the pictures on the wall
to the stairway down the hall, you move me
To the cemetery gates
where a whisper from the grave cuts through me