Words & Music by Richard van der Harst

All players take a view, even the pawn does hold a grudge

All reproof shocking true, even I begin to judge


Despite what they can do, evening red colours blood

This night does little good, eventuate in what you’ve got


There’s always tomorrow lightning up the night

Sadness steps aside

There’s always tomorrow frightened by a scary sight

Throw off your sorrow

There’s always tomorrow, you know


All puppets planning to, everlasting loss of strings

As liberty is up to you, ever since you’re clipping wings


As policemen are accused, all plain sailing says our pawn

Responsibilities refused, loading bodies until dawn


All plain sailing is our part