look at yourself in the mirror
tell me you feel so ashamed
it’s hard not smile when I’m out of the frame
look at my hands as you tell me
how we lost our shine
and these fields of gold were just sulphur and iron
so darling, were we just pyrite?
to sparkle and glint in the firelight?
but not all that glitters is gold
so darling, were we just pyrite?
born to be buried at twilight?
but not all the glitters is worth being sold
not all that’s bitter is gold
measure your step on the pavement
everything you retrace
did you call just to tell me how little you paid?
look at our love as you see it
lustrous and bright in tone
but arsenic seeps from the cracks in the stone
so darling, were we just pyrite?
to sparkle and glint in the firelight?
but not all that glitters is gold
so darling, were we just pyrite?
born to be buried at twilight?
but not all the glitters is worth being sold
not all that’s bitter is gold
as the gold chain breaks, snapped at the clasp
you knew something worthless and fake couldn’t last
it’s cheap to come by and quick to replace
as your latest trinket catches your gaze
but not all that glitters is gold
so darling, were we just pyrite?
to sparkle and glint in the firelight?
but not all that glitters is worth being sold
not all that glitters will wait to be told
so save all your pity and claim your parole
‘cause not all that’s bitter is gold