There's so, so many There's too, too many Too many of us Everyone's hoping to be the one Spun straw into gold and outshine the Sun
It's fools gold glowing Nothing is growing Nothing is flowing from these taps It's fools gold glowing Nothing is flowing We're just seagulls pulling at scraps
Leave, gotta leave today Get far away 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
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 Everything seems so fake
And everyone's hoping to be the one Spun, straw into gold and outshine the Sun
