Tell me now, what’s wrong with me I’m caught up in your mystery You’ve got no armor here but you’re walking around like royalty Illusion, my my In the morning early light
Oh oh, I let go I’m falling for your fools gold Oh oh, I let go I’m falling for your fools gold
You tell me New York City’s never been to clean San Francisco’s a dirty machine But they don’t want you, honey bee Tell me now what’s wrong with me Illusion, my my I think I see it in your eyes
Oh oh, I let go I’m falling for your fools gold Oh oh, I let go I’m falling for your fool’s gold
I see right through you And I see right through you
Oh oh, I let go I’m falling for your fools gold Oh oh, I let go I’m falling for your fools gold Fools gold