Testo Loser's Prize

Turn on the radio, the service here is crap
Hear the Christian hearts clank around like lobsters in a trap
You ever get to feeling this world all looks alike?
Same story everywhere you go, just different times of night
Yeah, I got the change, but who solicited the touch
Of the love without the lover, of the art without the artist?
Now you sit in silence with a tin cup or tin hat
These words plagiarized before they're written These thoughts appraised before they're had

There's no one left to play from the stage to the alleyway
You're guilted the second the spotlight hits your face
Love will let you breathe, it's fierce nerves like catastrophe
But protected by the limits of its own memory

Whole years disappear, but moments we live within
Like soldiers who dream at night in night vision
You've bottled up your Russian doll, so full of yourself
Your fortunes will become your prison with your passions as your cell

And love will make you weak but only at the knees
When I'm alone I can be anyone, but when I'm with you I'm me
And yeah, I've been around, I can recognize the sound Of the loser's prize being handed down to me

But I could see it in your eyes
You never more felt your fate
It's the moon over your shoulder, baby
And silent like a lake