Track 3 of the EP Bedroom Frequencies · 2014
Second Prize Is Still a Prize
“A rare happy accident of a song about winning something small. The drum machine is grinning the whole way through.”
synthwave · arcade pop · retro · 3:56
Lyrics
I never win a single thing But tonight they called my number out A little trophy made of plastic gold I am laughing and I cannot stop Hold it up Hold it up to the light I won something small tonight A tiny shining thing I won something small tonight And I feel like a king Nobody clapped too loud But I am walking on a cloud I won something small tonight A paper ticket and a lucky pen A bottle of something sweet I'll put it on the shelf by the door And smile each time I pass my feet Hold it up Hold it up to the light I won something small tonight A tiny shining thing I won something small tonight And I feel like a king Nobody clapped too loud But I am walking on a cloud I won something small tonight It is not much It is enough Little wins Light me up I won something small tonight A tiny shining thing I won something small tonight And I feel like a king Nobody clapped too loud But I am walking on a cloud I won something small tonight Something small Something small tonight