Clara C Fool's Gold
Fingers pressed into the dirt Searching for what numbs the hurt Vision's spotted white Needed pitch dark to see light
Taking lefts, then taking rights How many right turns will take me up I'm lost when on my own But I'll find my way back home
Thought I'd find ore on your shores Left all I had too fast before My heart's underbelly, you tore Won't be whole anymore
Fool's gold Struck fool's gold Cry wolf Wolves' gold
Dumbdumbdumb Dumdumdumdum
Two tall trees Spring came We sprouted golden leaves Then came the rain Now they're falling two by two A trail of love by me and you
Call them gold 'cause all I see is taupe Your rain poured, our love's been soaked Leave these clouds, get gone All I could wring from our love was this song
