Текст песни Los Angeles - Vold Book

The Prize
I can see the gold reflecting in their eyes
We do all that we can to just survive
And balance life beyond the daily grind
All begin, relegated to obscurity
Without the means to connect you and me
I'm out here on the fringes picking locks
To find my way inside the magic box
Though recognition isn't everything
I can't survive without a means to bring
I need something to break for my campaign
Of songs that house like shelter from the rain
The balance isn't right or just or fair
But someday they will listen, stop, and stare

My heart is like a zeppelin high above
That floats over an endless sea of fog
To fly is something that I cannot do
Without the help of people just like you
I need a way to orchestrate my life
And find resources for my second sight
The gift of Art so plentiful and true
Is wrapped in paper fees and ribbon dues
So many artists and so few reprieves
To dream is such a solitary thing
We're all alone in the slumber of the night
And can't share visions trying though we might
To elevate my heart above the fray
Is something that I yearn for every day
But trade it surely, I would gladly do
To fix this broken avenue to you
To build a relationship that lasts
I rummage through the remnants of my past
And find the keys unlocking sacred doors
I'm picking locks and kneeling on the floor
So, throw a scrap to me that I can eat
I'm a beggar, with bruised and broken feet
To finalize the shore where I'll arrive
I go deep inside my most masterful dive

Homelessness is such a state of mind
Precarious, and oversimplified
To win is not a neon everything
But helps to ease the tensions of the dream
So, humor me before I have to go
Come find me all alone after the show