作词 : James Sunderland/Nick Ruth/Brett Hite

作曲 : James Sunderland/Nick Ruth/Brett Hite

When the fever's gone

And the roads to dust

I touchdown Sunday

To tie the loose ends up

With a pocket full of

That gypsy stuff

I heard you calling me, calling me, calling me

Through the dissonance

I've been known to run

Just to feel the rush

But the dying sun

Illuminates so much

It's hard to see beyond what's in sight

But when you tilt the light I realize

For thousand nights

I've been a restless soul

Just wasting time

Digging up fool's gold

It took a thousand lives

Being on my own

For me to find

It was all fool's gold

Without you…

I felt the fever on

But couldn't taste the fruit

There's a bulletproof bond

Between meaning and you

It's hard to see beyond what's in sight

But when you tilt the light I realize

For thousand nights

I've been a restless soul

Just wasting time

Digging up fool's gold

It took a thousand lives

Being on my own

For me to find

It was all fool's gold

Without you...

Without you...

It was all dead end roads, heaven knows

It was all dead end roads, heaven knows

It's hard to see beyond what's in sight

But when you tilt the light I've realized

For thousand nights

I've been a restless soul

Just wasting time

Digging up fool's gold

It took a thousand lives

Being on my own

For me to find

It was all fool's gold

Without you…

Without you…