Brendan Benson - Gold Into Straw Lyrics
I'm writing the words to this song with a poison penI'm turing straw into gold and then back againWhen you used to be my friendBefore you turned your back on me in the endI'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grewI'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for youAnd I lay you to restI pour flowers on your chest, on your chestAnd it's happened againPull a fast one on meAnd I've got to be dumbIf it's always in funI'm digging a hole with my hands six fee in the groundI'm chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I foundMeet this friend indeedMay he rest in peace and get on withI'm learning to live with the guilt of rememberingI'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thingThat's gone on too longYou were right, I was wrong, so wrongAnd it's happened againPull a fast one on meAnd I've got to be dumbIf it's always in funBut enough's enoughHold my breath while I passWhile I pass you byAnd it's happened againPull a fast one on meYou can undo what you've doneAnd it's always in funIf it happens againPull a fast one on meThen I've got to be dumbAnd in more ways in oneAnd it's always in funAnd in more ways in one(repeat to fade)
