Gold Into Straw — текст песни (Brendan Benson)

Brendan Benson - Gold into straw

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

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 pour 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 fee 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 in one

And it`s always in fun
And in more ways in one