Lyrics Precious Metals - The Russian Futurists

Precious Metals

Said your life’s a house of cards
And it teeters on the brink
On the edges of window ledges
Like a great ship, down it sinks
Into the sea bed
With sunken gold
And words that we said
Back when you used to think that your life was
Precious metals and rose petals
Now as you’re growning up you’re finding
It’s nail-biting and teeth-grinding
That crown you wore with the Rhinestones
Now’s just thorns, needles and pine cones
Here’s one last thing that you must learn too
What keeps you warm can also burn you
Time’s sinister sundials
Make your days hard as city streets
You fall in traps, jet black
In the hole that your self-pity eats
And now I’m playing cards real close
To my chest, can’t see what I got
One minute we’re sub-zero
And in the same breath piping hot
And then when we are up, we’re up
And then when we are down, we’re down
Cars crash in perfect fashion
But they don’t seem to make a sound
And now when I’m hanging with you
It feels like I’m hanging myself
Now my phone’s off the hook
And I lay low, lie low, I go stealth
Because you used to think that your life was
Precious metals and rose petals
Now as you’re growing up you’re finding
It’s nail-biting and teeth-grinding
That crown you wore with the Rhinestones
Now’s just thorns, needles and pine cones
Here’s one last thing that you must learn too
What keeps you warm can also burn you
Said your life’s a house of cards
And it teeters on the brink
On the edges of window L-E-D-G-E-S
Watch the clouds move up above
As we slowly start to fade
You and I had things that cut like a razor blade