End Game

Lying here tonight
Lying here tonight it's all you think of
Parading through these lights and
Falling from these heights it's all you think of

For chance has laid its cold hand on your shoulder
It's now your right, to watch falling sands, you're getting older

Suddenly surprised, suddenly surprised by these mires
It's a funny thing this life, you're catching up with time, do you tire?
You were caught by the window'