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 night's 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 night's 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)