Lyric The Prize

The night of a thousand verses
One thousand friends said have you heard
What we expected

We are all working late and
Waiting to win a prize we don t deserve
And live to collect it

Can t you see I m weary
Maybe this news can wait

The night of a thousand verses
One thousand strivers strain to hear
A voice that s left us

And the magazines still have to sell us
Twelve mastergeniuses a year
It s all so shameless

Can t you see I m weary
Maybe this news can wait

Can t you see I m blurry
Maybe this news can wait

Maybe there was a message in it
I don t know where you hid it
Maybe there was a piece that will fit
I don t know where to fit it

Tell me what kind of prize can you get
Where you don t want to win it?

Can t you see I m weary
Maybe this news can wait

Can t you see I m blurry
Maybe this blues can wait