The Prize کے بول

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