The Jeweller's Hands by Arctic Monkeys
Fiendish wonder in the carnival's wake

Though it caresses once again irritate

Tread softly stranger

Move over toward the danger THAT you seek



You think excitement has receded

And the mirror distracts

The logic of the trance

Quickly reaches and grasps

Handsome and faceless

And weightless, your imagination roams



And now it's no ones fault but yours

At the foot of the house of cards

You thought you'd never get obsessed

You thought the wolves would be impressed

And you're a sinking stone

But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hand

That procession of pioneers all drowned



In the moonlight they're more thrilling

Those things that he knows

As he leads you through the grinning

Bubble blowers in the snow

Watching his exit

Is like falling off the ferry in the night



The inevitables gather to push you around

Any old voice makes a punishing sound

He became laughter's assassin

Shortly after he showed you what it was



And now it's no ones fault but yours

At the foot of the house of cards
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You thought you'd never get obsessed

You thought the wolves would be impressed

And you're a sinking stone

But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hand

That procession of pioneers all drowned



If you've a lesson to teach me,

I'm listening, ready to learn

There's no one here to police me,

I'm sinking in, until you return

If you've a lesson to teach me,

Don't deviate, don't be afraid

Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate,

Let's get it ingrained



If you've a lesson to teach me,

I'm listening, ready to learn

There's no one here to police me,

I'm sinking in, until you return

If you've a lesson to teach me,

Don't deviate, don't be afraid

Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate,

Let's get it ingrained



If you've a lesson to teach me,

I'm listening, ready to learn

There's no one here to police me,

I'm sinking in, until you return

If you've a lesson to teach me,

Don't deviate, don't be afraid

Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate,

Let's get it ingrained

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