The Fool Songtext
von Steven Bamidele

Running through the cemetery
Helicopter overhead
Living on a fantasy
And rations of our daily bread
You thought it would all work out by now

Tryna get the balance right
But they′re taking every hour of your time
And you're still putting up a fight
You thought it would all work out by now
Oh, no, no, no

Thinking of your life as divine
As if you require a telephone line
Straight to God now

And nobody sees but you
And somehow that makes you the fool
The worst part, if only you knew
There′s no one left to prove yourself to


Half-hearted apology
They heard it all a million times
You thought they'd have all forgot by now
We could've worked it out by now

But anger′s got a half life
And they won′t turn the other cheek
You thought it would all work out by now

Thinking of your life as divine
As if you require a telephone line
Straight to God now

And nobody sees but you
And somehow that makes you the fool
The worst part, if only you knew
There's no one left to prove yourself
No one left to prove yourself to

Everybody′s gone now
Everybody's gone
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah-ah

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah (ooh-ooh)

Everybody′s gone
Everybody's gone