Из альбома: Television of Saints
Like dead leaves floating on
Black river water
Voices carried by the current under the surface
It holds the whispers down until it
Suffocates the sound
Of any voice of reason
You're not even listening
You're chasing fool's gold
Chasing fool's gold
Everybody knows that illusion is a prison
Leave it underground
Where you found it
Fool's gold, leave it alone
Like looking for the morning water's reflection
Looking for the truth in a holy translation
When the moonlight is shining in the sky
The keys hide behind your eye
You reach out through smoke, you try to hold
To a broken mirror
It disappears
It's a fool's gold
Chasing fool's gold
Leave it alone
What you do with you time
It screams so loud
I can't hear a single word come out of your mouth
You can't see that hook hiding under the shining of--
You're chasing fool's gold
Chasing fool's gold
Chasing--
Keep on searching
One day you'll be free
Keep on searching
One day you'll be free