Arctic Monkeys - The jewellers hands

^Cm Fiendish wonder in a ^Fmcarnival^Cms wake, ^Cm Dull caresses once ^Fmagain irri^Cmtate ^Cm Tread softly stranger, Move ^Fmover toward the danger that yo^Cmu seek ^{Fm Cm}

You think ^Cmexcitement has receded, Then the ^Fmmirror dis^Cmtracts The ^Cmlogic of the trance quickly ^Fmreaches an^Cmd grasps ^Cm Handsome and faceless And ^Fmweightless your imaginatio^Cmn runs ^{Fm Cm}

And now it’s ^Abno one’s fault but ^Cmyours At the ^Gfoot of the house of^Cm cards, You thought you’d ^Abnever get o^Gbsessed You thought the ^G7wolves would be i^Cmmpressed, And you’re a ^Absinking st^Cmone Cos you know ^Gwhat it’s like to hold the jeweller’^Cms hands, That pro^Abcession of pio^Gneers, all ^Cmdrowned ^{Fm Cm Fm}

In the ^Cmmoonlight they’re more thrilling, Those ^Fmthings that he knows As he ^Cmleads you through the grinning, buddled, ^Fmblowers in the snow, ^Cm Watching his exit is like ^Fmfalling off the ferry in th^Cme night ^{Fm Cm} In^Cmevitable’s gather to ^Fmpush you a^Cmround, ^CmAny old voice makes such ^Fma punishing ^Cmsound He be^Cmcame laughter’s assassin, Short^Fmly after he showed you what i^Cmt was ^{Fm Cm}

And now it’s ^Abno one’s fault but ^Cmyours At the ^Gfoot of the house of^Cm cards, You thought you’d ^Abnever get o^Gbsessed You thought the ^G7wolves would be i^Cmmpressed, And you’re a ^Absinking st^Cmone Cos you know ^Gwhat it’s like to hold the jeweller’^Cms hands, That pro^Abcession of pio^Gneers ^N.C. all drowned

^Cm If you’ve a ^Eblesson to te^Abach me, I’m ^Glistening^Ab, ^Gready to le^Cmarn ^{G Cm} There’s no one ^Ebhere to pol^Abice me, I’m ^Gsinking in^Ab, un^Gtil you ret^Cmurn ^G

^Cm If you’ve a ^Eblesson to te^Abach me, Don’t ^Gdeviate^Ab, ^Gdon’t be afr^Cmaid ^{G Cm} Without the ^Eblast corner p^Abiece I can’t ^Gcalibrate, ^Ab Let’s ^Gget it ingr^Cmained ^G