The Loom - Prizes lyrics

Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deserve Chasing flickering lights, almost there Reaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then losing in Oh beautiful siren These trophies shine on the horizon, begging To be gained. It craves to be gained by selfish eyes Graves lust broods in us, keeps us sick where we stand Nothing comes, but it leaves us alone, us as lambs Starry-eyed appetites, gaping mouths, hands Now we've won the prize at last but we'll never pick out the shards of gla** We'll spend the rest of our lives digging And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we've shed This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again Glittering prizes tear us into twins, divide our desire Feed us or dispel this craving we serve At the rainbow's end, we drink from the fountain Now cloud ten, to search for eleven At the rainbows end… Now we've won the prize at last but we'll never pick out the shards of gla** We'll spend the rest of our lives digging And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we've shed This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again… It marks where we begin again