So tonight do you linger
In delivery hall
Do you find your way fingering
Feeling the newspaper walls
Are you caressing the curtains
Of a long forgotten show
If i was a bit certain
I would tell you where to go

Has the stage become quiet
Left just some costumes and hats
Some of your friends have retired
Wearing old customs instead
Sense the smell of the curtains
Tasting old fortunes and dust
If I was a bit certain
I would tell you you must..
Have you lately dreamed deeply
All of your mind is but a dream
All of your life you’ve been sleeping
Somewhere in between
So, won’t you tell me how life is
Stuck in a frozen still
When all the ranks are empty
In this geisterspiel
Has the stage become quiet…