Straw Into Gold - Tiny Ruins

When you got home from work you just lay on your bed

Went through your pages, some things don’t make sense

Gotta be solid to hold sway, unsoldered to win the day

You’re a soldier it’s okay, tell yourself it’s okay

Spinning straw into gold

Straw into gold

Straw into gold

Well the maritime pines, four sails on the horizon

The closing-down place I almost bought the mandolin

Voluminous squid and the knife-wielding fishermen

Stationary shop, mandarin trees laden

Spinning straw into gold

Straw into gold

Straw into gold

‘That's rich coming from you', he said

‘you're impossible!'

In his long oil-skin coat

I said ‘you're no picnic neither'

No, you’re no picnic neither

But the din here is loudening, and I don’t believe it

The banks have all broken, we’ve got to cash all our chips in

Freddy gave us his advice

Slinging spirits, two cubes of ice

He says we’re lumps of molasses

Singing out our asses

Spinning straw into gold

Straw into gold

Straw into gold

Gold, straw into gold

And I’ve got all I need

Wild animals got you

There’s nothing more I’d like

Than to have you in the room

But the din here is loudening, and I don’t believe it

Strings behind everything, and it’s just a matter of learning

Spinning straw into gold

Straw into gold

Straw into gold

Gold, straw into gold

Gold, straw into gold