Beck - Feather In Your Cap
Make a move with what you can
Dead waters rise higher than your mind
Disappointment is a feather in your cap
You want the truth so you can crush it in your hand
There's no map
I can tell you where you are
You're in between things that only go half way
Your tangled brain
A tired old refrain
You'd be singing it in the tired old silence
You want the best
You want contest
My eyes are filled with prizes you've been showin'
Disappointment is the card up your sleeve
Place your bets
At the door before you leave