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
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 giesterspiel

Has the stage become quiet?
Left just some costumes and hats
Some of your friends have retired, wearing old custom instead
Sense the smell of the curtains, tasting old fortunes and dust
If I was a bit certain I would tell you, you must!

Has the stage become quiet...?

Notes:

Lyrics: Janey Diamond
Music: Marian Gold, Martin Lister

Released: 31 August 2020