No Trophy - A Band Of Bees

Ask the riverman
Where the river flows 
Ask the postman 
Who he knows 
There's the memory of mistrust 
Pushing at the glass makes it stop 
Laid down dry head to head 
This is what we want 
Sold out 
The figures that are left are lonely 
You won but don't get no trophy 
If you've got none to give then i won't take a thing 
Who will defend your bed tonight