Gold Into Straw Lyrics - Brendan Benson

I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen 

I'm turning a 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 lay you to rest 

I 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 for 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 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