The Prize

Every time you come around
the warning sign in my head just gets drowned out
by waves of anticipation
breaking vows as I make them
to chase that dream just one last time around
( chase that dream just one last time around)
Bad karma hangs like cancerous lanterns
a poisonous glow
a poisonous glow
when the house lights turn reveal cigarette burns and the tired line
of last nights cries of despair
that emanate from the underpass and echo back to anywhere
(to anywhere)
Still the ties that bind us blind us to the emptiness of the prize
(of the prize)
Once more walking into town
you make the calls, I keep my eyes to the ground
in waves of anticipation
breaking vows as I make them
to chase that dream just one last time around
(chase that dream just one last time around)
Bad karma hangs like cancerous lanterns
a poisonous glow
a poisonous glow
when the house lights turn reveal cigarette burns and the tired line
of last nights cries of despair
that emanate from the underpass and echo back to anywhere
(to anywhere)
Still the ties that bind us blind us to the emptiness of the prize
(of the prize)
Still the ties that bind us blind us to the emptiness of the prize
(of the prize)
Still the ties that bind us blind us to the emptiness of the prize
(of the prize)
Still the ties that bind us blind us to the emptiness of the prize
(of the prize)