Gold Into Straw - Brendan Benson

I’m turning straw into gold and then back again

When you used to be my friend

Before you turned your back on me in the end

I’m building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew

I’m sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you

And I’ll lay you to rest

I’ll put flowers on your chest, on your chest

And it’s happened again

Pull a fast one on me

And I’ve got to be dumb

If it’s always in fun

I’m digging a hole with my hands six feet in the ground

I’m chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found

Meet this friend indeed

May he rest in peace and get on with

I’m learning to live with the guilt of remembering

I’m willing to try to forgive and forget this thing

That’s gone on too long

You were right, I was wrong, so wrong

And it’s happened again

Pull a fast one on me

And I’ve got to be dumb

If it’s always in fun

But enough’s enough

Hold my breath while I pass

While I pass you by

And it’s happened again

Pull a fast one on me

You can undo what you’ve done

And it’s always in fun

If it happens again

Pull a fast one on me

Then I’ve got to be dumb

And in more ways than one

And it’s always in fun

And in more ways than one

And it’s always in fun

And in more ways than one

And it’s always in fun

And in more ways than one