Fucked 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 ṗrize, the prize You’re the prize, The prize, the prize You’re the prizeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
