| Song | Fool's Gold |
| Artist | Adrienne Pierce |
| Album | Faultline |
| Too, too many | |
| There’s so, so many | |
| There’s too, too many | |
| Too many of us | |
| And everyone’s hoping | |
| To be the one spun | |
| Straw into gold | |
| And outshine the sun | |
| It’s fool’s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| From these taps | |
| It’s fool’s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| We’re just seagulls | |
| Pulling at scraps | |
| Leave, gotta leave today | |
| Get far away from, | |
| Far from, far from the madding crowd | |
| It’s turning grey, | |
| Gotta leave today now | |
| For the black clouds | |
| No longer hoping to be the one | |
| Spun straw, into gold | |
| And outshine the sun | |
| It’s fool’s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing from these taps | |
| It’s fool’s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| We’re just seagulls pulling at scraps | |
| Don’t need golden fleece | |
| Just give me some peace | |
| Gonna learn to see what’s in front of me | |
| I want to give | |
| I want to give not take | |
| Everything seems so fake | |
| Maybe it’s just too loud | |
| Maybe I am just too proud | |
| Trying to get far, | |
| Far from the madding crowd | |
| Can’t seem to catch a break | |
| Everything seems so fake | |
| And everyone’s hoping to be the one | |
| Spun, straw into gold and outshine the sun | |
| It’s fool’s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| It’s fool’s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing from these taps | |
| It’s fool’s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is glowing | |
| We’re just seagulls pulling at scraps |
| Too, too many | |
| There' s so, so many | |
| There' s too, too many | |
| Too many of us | |
| And everyone' s hoping | |
| To be the one spun | |
| Straw into gold | |
| And outshine the sun | |
| It' s fool' s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| From these taps | |
| It' s fool' s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| We' re just seagulls | |
| Pulling at scraps | |
| Leave, gotta leave today | |
| Get far away from, | |
| Far from, far from the madding crowd | |
| It' s turning grey, | |
| Gotta leave today now | |
| For the black clouds | |
| No longer hoping to be the one | |
| Spun straw, into gold | |
| And outshine the sun | |
| It' s fool' s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing from these taps | |
| It' s fool' s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| We' re just seagulls pulling at scraps | |
| Don' t need golden fleece | |
| Just give me some peace | |
| Gonna learn to see what' s in front of me | |
| I want to give | |
| I want to give not take | |
| Everything seems so fake | |
| Maybe it' s just too loud | |
| Maybe I am just too proud | |
| Trying to get far, | |
| Far from the madding crowd | |
| Can' t seem to catch a break | |
| Everything seems so fake | |
| And everyone' s hoping to be the one | |
| Spun, straw into gold and outshine the sun | |
| It' s fool' s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing | |
| It' s fool' s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is growing | |
| Nothing is flowing from these taps | |
| It' s fool' s gold glowing | |
| Nothing is glowing | |
| We' re just seagulls pulling at scraps |