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
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 (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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 (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Without you (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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 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 (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Without you (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Nicholas Oliver Ruth, James Sunderland, Brett A Hite
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