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 glass   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 glass   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