I'm slipping into grey
And I was (in my way) good to you
And you were good for me
Bye bye my love
Going to play the end game

It's growing kind of still
You know there always will be a dream
Waiting for you when
Sleep comes around
I had to play the end game

Bless us all. I must say
It was good, you know
Keep me in mind for
A re-match in warm snow

The faces at the door
Couldn't have looked more lost to see
Me waving as I brush
Away a tear
Gone to play the end game