Within tomorrow morning's shade, I pine for you
I'm looking over a stained map alone in my room
Today again I can hear burnt-smelling news about a gunshot
Reverberating on my TV screen; listen, I can hear
He laughs within our false freedom
He's making our handbags slide off and touching our avarice
The voices on the radio sweetly intoxicate people
Within the whirlpool of applause, they repeat again
At his signal, we're being moved forward like chess pawns
Through his foolish game.....
Within tomorrow morning's shade, I pine for you
All things that crumble lose their balance
The peaceful town will one day lose its form too
Within the merry days, he closes in again
He begins to pick up where he left off on his foolish game
We're being moved forward like chess pawns.....
We're being eliminated......