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.