The Jeweller's Hands

	  		
Am                    Dm 
Fiendish wonder in a carnivals wake, 
Am                  Dm 
Dull caresses once again irritate 
Am 
Tread softly stranger, 
     Dm                            Am       Dm 
Move over toward the danger that you seek 

Am                        Dm 
You think excitement has receded, 
Am                    Dm 
Then the mirror distracts 
     Am                          Dm 
The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps 
Am 
Handsome and faceless 
Dm                                Am    Dm 
And weightless your imagination runs 


             F                   Am 
And now it's no one's fault but yours 
       E                 Am 
At the foot of the house of cards, 
                   F           Am 
You thought you'd never get obsessed 
                E                  Am 
You thought the wolves would be impressed, 
              F       Am 
And you're a sinking stone 
             E                                    Am 
Cos you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands, 
         F            E          Am 
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, buddled, blowers in the snow, 
Watching his exit is like falling off the ferry in the night 

Am                      Dm 
Inevitable's gather to push you around, 
Am                     Dm 
Any old voice makes such a punishing sound 
Am 
He became laughter's assassin, 
Dm                           Am             Dm 
Shortly after he showed you what it was 

  
             F                   Am 
And now it's no one's fault but yours 
       E                 Am 
At the foot of the house of cards, 
                   F           Am 
You thought you'd never get obsessed 
                E                  Am 
You thought the wolves would be impressed, 
              F       Am 
And you're a sinking stone 
             E                                    Am 
Cos you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands, 
         F            E          Am 
That procession of pioneers, all drowned 


Am           C              F 
If you've a lesson to teach me, 
  E      F   E         Am    E 
I'm listening, ready to learn 
Am           C              F 
There's no one here to police me, 
 E      F   E         Am    E 
I'm sinking in, until you return 
Am           C              F 
If you've a lesson to teach me, 
 E      F   E         Am    E 
Don't deviate, don't be afraid 
Am           C              F 
Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate, 
 E      F   E         Am    E 
Let's get it ingrained