The night of a thousand verses
One thousand friends said have you heard
What we expected

We are all working late and
Waiting to win a prize we don´t deserve
And live to collect it

Can´t you see I´m weary
Maybe this news can wait

The night of a thousand verses
One thousand strivers strain to hear
A voice that´s left us

And the magazines still have to sell us
Twelve mastergeniuses a year
It´s all so shameless

Can´t you see I´m weary
Maybe this news can wait

Can´t you see I´m blurry
Maybe this news can wait

Maybe there was a message in it
I don´t know where you hid it
Maybe there was a piece that will fit
I don´t know where to fit it

Tell me what kind of prize can you get
Where you don´t want to win it?

Can´t you see I´m weary
Maybe this news can wait

Can´t you see I´m blurry
Maybe this blues can wait.