Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deservenChasing flickering lights, almost therenReaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then losing innOh beautiful sirennThese trophies shine on the horizon, beggingnTo be gained. It craves to be gained by selfish eyesnGraves lust broods in us, keeps us sick where we standnNothing comes, but it leaves us alone, us as lambsnStarry-eyed appetites, gaping mouths, handsnNow we’ve won the prize at last but we’ll never pick out the shards of glassnWe’ll spend the rest of our lives diggingnAnd is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we’ve shednThis token marks no end, it marks where we begin againnGlittering prizes tear us into twins, divide our desirenFeed us or dispel this craving we servenAt the rainbow’s end, we drink from the fountainnNow cloud ten, to search for elevennAt the rainbows end…nNow we’ve won the prize at last but we’ll never pick out the shards of glassnWe’ll spend the rest of our lives diggingnAnd is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we’ve shednThis token marks no end, it marks where we begin again…nIt marks where we begin again