Every night, every set, every dawn
on the search for the king of the pawns.
His hands wrap around them so tight
that he's not to be found in the night.
In a light of a day by a dream
every hunt only widens the seam.
And the time that they spent on the chase
gets more worthless with every day.
In the hands of the searching it lied
when the chance of discovery died.
Even further, the harder they seek,
escapes them the queen of the peak.
In the tension in sweat and in grease,
the victim does long for release.
But searching the hardest he may
her saviour is blocking the way.
