Tiny Ruins - Straw Into Gold lyrics

When you got home from work, you just lay on your bed, Went through your papers - 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. 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. '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 mola**es, Singing out our a**es, Spinning straw into 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.