Fool's Gold from Acoustic Sessions by Cerian

FOOL'S GOLD

You've got me sitting waiting up for you at night
And I am wishing for your call to come and take it all away
And then we'd walk the streets and tiptoe 'round the houses
Like you tiptoed to my head with all the lovely things you said.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forrest I thought you were the light,
No immortal hand or eye
Could last from fateful symmetry.

You've got me wrapped around the webs of words you weave
And I am wishing for the poetry to light the way to day.
Or am I trapped inside a net of golden silence?
'Cause the whispers fade to gone as the darkness marches on.

Do you really mean? Did you ever mean?
Did you say it 'cause you wanted me to say the same?
But you didn't mean, you just wanted some
Way to make you feel like you're anyone.
It was clouded, all, by a veil of rain
But you called it all "beautiful insane".
I, the golden fool untold, fooled by you,
You are fool's gold.

Games and plans, building on sand,
Smoke and mirrors, all your gold is glitter.
The world is on your side again,
But what's the cost of golden friends?

You've got me sitting waiting up for you at night
And I am wishing for your call to come and take it all away
And then we'd walk the streets and tiptoe 'round the houses
Like you tiptoed to my head with all the lovely things you said.

Still it's not enough to find
The conscience and the peace of time.
The world is on your side again,
But what's the cost? It never ends.

Never ends, never ends, never ends.

I might have graced you with my own idea of soul
For although I'm a fool for being fooled, I couldn't find the light.
You are the tiger, you're the siren clothed in wonder,
But the wonder masked the fear that you couldn't stand to fight.

But I'm still sitting waiting up for you at night
Though I am just your second choice to pass the empty early hours.
Call me the fool for letting you do all the fooling
When you made me feel alive in the promise of the night.

Tiger, tiger, in the light,
You're not burning quite so bright.
No immortal hand or eye
Could ever frame faux symmetry.

• Folk
• acoustic
• female vocals
• folk pop
• indie
• indie folk
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• London