Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Hite
Vocals
James Sunderland
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Hite
Songwriter
Nick Ruth
Songwriter
James Sunderland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Hite
Producer
Nick Ruth
Producer
James Sunderland
Producer
Hank Kaleen
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When the fever's gone
And the road's to dust
I touched down Sunday
To tie the loose ends up
With a pocket full of
That gypsy stuff
I heard you callin' me, callin' me, callin' me through the dissonance
I've been known to run
Just to feel the rush
But the dying sun
Illuminates so much
[Verse 2]
It's hard to see beyond what's inside
But when you tilt the light I realize
For 1000 nights, I've been a restless soul
Just wasting time digging up fool's gold
It took a thousand lies being on my own
For me to find it was all fool's gold
[Verse 3]
I fed the fever on but couldn't taste the fruit
There's a bulletproof bond
Between meaning and you
[Verse 4]
It's hard to see beyond what's inside
But when you tilt the light I realize
For 1000 nights, I've been a restless soul
Just wasting time digging up fool's gold
It took a thousand lies being on my own
For me to find it was all fool's gold
[Verse 5]
It was all dead end roads, heaven knows
It was all dead end roads, heaven knows
[Verse 6]
It's hard to see beyond what's inside
But when you tilt the light I realize
For 1000 nights, I've been a restless soul
Just wasting time digging up fool's gold
It took a thousand lies being on my own
For me to find it was all fool's gold
Written by: Brett Hite, James Sunderland, Nicholas Oliver Ruth, Nick Ruth