The Prize

F*cked up nigh, empty pack

Lack of imagination, no more lights

Running tap sounds like Niagara falls

Silhouettes in the frame, 

A double take decision

Grab the key, 

Seems my feet are rushing to the door



I've been lied to by the night

Lead around in circles

Am I taking too much time

A rhyme so lost in riddles



Chorus:

You're the prize, 

You're the prize, the prize

You're the prize, 

The prize, the prize

You're the prize, 



Moving fast, when did cabs get little televisions

Looking back through the glass

At the footprints on he snow

At the red people cross like a parade of nothing

It's too much, wanna stop it like a video, video



I've been lied to by the night

Made the wrong decisions

Thought I finally got it right

Don't these drums have rhythm?

Don't these drums have rhythm?



Chorus:

You're the prize, 

You're the prize, the prize

You're the prize, 

The prize, the prize

You're the prize, 

Don't these drums have rhythm?



I've been lied to by the night

Looking back, moving fast, fast

Oh, I, I've been lied to by the night



You're the prize, 

Don't these drums have rhythm?

You're the Wrize, the prize

You're the prize, 

The prize, the prize

You're the prize