i've slipped off to sleep my friend,
Had a peak behind the curtain again...

It's a curious place,
Like a name without a face...

i like to call it Eigengrau,
Where there is no when, but only now...

A place where the Masters meet,
at that grey retreat...

They asked me what the matter was,
and i replied the matter was just mind...
A game of seek and find...

And we laughed at that, and joked and played...
If i could, i would have surely stayed...

In that place of intrinsic grey... a stadium awaits, the world, it's stage...

Could it be, that it's all just a big play?

i wouldn't know, couldn't say... i wasn't ready, it was too soon to stay......