End Game — текст песни (Ian Anderson)

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.