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           E
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           E
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