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 is like falling off the ferry in the night The inevitables gather to push you around, Any other voice makes such a punishing sound It 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
Compositor: Alexander David Turner (PRS)Editor: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2010 (27/Abr) e lançado em 2009ECAD verificado obra #3867800 e fonograma #1729453 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM