Gold Into Straw

Im writing the words to this song with a poison pen
Im turing straw into gold and then back again
When you used to be my friend
Before you turned your back on me in the end
Im building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew
Im sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you
And I lay you to rest
I pour flowers on your chest, on your chest
And its happened again
Pull a fast one on me
And Ive got to be dumb
If its always in fun
Im digging a hole with my hands six fee in the ground
Im chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found
Meet this friend indeed
May he rest in peace and get on with
Im learning to live with the guilt of remembering
Im willing to try to forgive and forget this thing
Thats gone on too long
You were right, I was wrong, so wrong
And its happened again
Pull a fast one on me
And Ive got to be dumb
If its always in fun
But enoughs enough
Hold my breath while I pass
While I pass you by
And its happened again
Pull a fast one on me
You can undo what youve done
And its always in fun
If it happens again
Pull a fast one on me
Then Ive got to be dumb
And in more ways in one
And its always in fun
And in more ways in one
And its always in fun
And in more ways in one