Im 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 Its 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 rematch in warm snow The faces at the door Couldnt have looked more lost to see Me waving as I brush Away a tear Gone to play the end game
bye, game, rematch, play, end