Gold Into Straw

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