Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jeweller's Hands, artist - Arctic Monkeys. Date of issue: 19.08.2009
Song language: English
The Jeweller's Hands |
| Fiendish wonder in a carnival’s wake |
| Dull caresses once again irritate |
| Tread softly, stranger |
| Move over toward the danger that you seek |
| You think excitement has receded then the mirror distracts |
| The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps |
| Handsome and faceless |
| And weightless, your imagination runs |
| And now it’s no one’s 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 hands |
| 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 |
| Was like falling off the ferry in the night |
| The inevitables gather to push you around |
| Any other voice makes such a punishing sound |
| He became laughter’s assassin |
| Shortly after he showed you what it was |
| And now it’s no one’s 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 hands |
| 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 the return |
| If you’ve a lesson to teach |
| Please 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 the return |
| If you’ve a lesson to teach |
| Please 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 the return |
| If you’ve a lesson to teach |
| Please don’t deviate, don’t be afraid |
| Without the last corner piece, I can’t calibrate |
| Let’s get it ingrained |