Fool's Gold from The Austringer by The Austringer

A winter night surrounding when you stole my heart
A summer day when it got took apart
Overheard confessions that I'd ruined your plans
So tear yourself away from my red hands
Keeping up appearances, it's all a façade
As God approaches us with open palms
Fame and fortune, say the rich, is just not worth a try
While Midas dares to touch the sky

They say all that glitters isn't golden at all
And heavy is the head that wears the crown
Everybody's hero has a rise and a fall
What goes up must someday come back down

Sometimes being a sinner is what makes a saint, a saint
But the truth it always gets us in the end
Then what doesn't kill you makes you wish that it had
The reason to keep going's in demand

CHORUS

I think I'm ready to be
The richest man in the graveyard
The driest man in the sea
I think I love to hate you
Tear the wall down brick by brick
I need a break from me

CHORUS

People say that riches only come from yourself
But all I know is bad things come in threes
I was told that loneliness is bad for your health
But I guess nobody's watching over me

• Alternative
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• alternative rock
• concept album
• United Kingdom