Arctic Monkeys - The Jewellers Hands

Really nice song to play on acoustic.

Capo: 3


            
Fiendish wonde

        
r in a carniva

ls wake,
            
Dull caresses 

      
once again irr

itate
            
Tread softly s

                 
tranger,
            
Move over towa

              
rd the danger 

              
that you seek

            
You think exci

         
tement has rec

eded,
            
Then the mirro

        
r distracts
            
The logic of t

              
he trance quic

     
kly reaches an

d grasps

Handsome and f

aceless

And weightless

 your imaginat

ion runs



Chorus:
             
And now it’s n

              
o one’s fault 

     
but yours
             
At the foot of

              
 the house of 

  
cards,
             
You thought yo

         
u’d never get 

obsessed
              
You thought th

             
e wolves would

       
 be impressed,
             
And you’re a s

  
inking stone
             
Cos you know w

              
hat it’s like 

              
to hold the je

        
weller’s hands

,
             
That processio

             
n 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

            
Inevitable’s g

    
ather to push 

you around,
            
Any old voice 

         
makes such a p

unishing sound

He became laug

hter’s assassi

n,
            
Shortly after 

            
he showed you 

   
what it was

             
And now it’s n

        
o one’s fault 

but yours
             
At the foot of

              
 the house of 

  
cards,
             
You thought yo

         
u’d never get 

obsessed
              
You thought th

             
e wolves would

       
 be impressed,
             
And you’re a s

  
inking stone
             
Cos you know w

              
hat it’s like 

              
to hold the je

        
weller’s hands

,
             
That processio

             
n of pioneers,

     
 all drowned


           
If you’ve a le

              
sson to teach 

       
me,
           
I’m listening,

            
 ready to lear

 
n
           
There’s no one

              
 here to polic

         
e me,
           
I’m sinking in

            
, until you re


turn
           
If you’ve a le

              
sson to teach 

  
me,
           
Don’t deviate,

            
 don’t be afra


id
           
Without the la

              
st corner piec

 
e I can’t cali

brate,
           
Let’s get it i

            
ngrained