[Intro]
     
     
     
     


[Verse 1]
            
  Fiendish won

            
der in a carni

   
vals wake,
            
  Dull caresse

            
s once again i

   
rritate
            
  Tread softly

                 
 stranger,
            
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

 faceless
            
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


[Verse 2]
       
In the moonlig

ht they’re mor

e thrilling,
      
Those things t

hat he knows
      
As he leads yo

u through the 

grinning,
         
buddled, blowe

rs in the snow

,

  Watching his

 exit is like
            
falling off th

             
e 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


[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
N.C.
  all drowned


[Solo]
   
   

   
   


[Outro]
            
  If you’ve a 

          
lesson to teac

h me,
            
I’m listening,

            
    ready to l

     
earn
            
  There’s no o

            
ne here to pol


ice me,
             
I’m sinking in

           
,  until you r

      
eturn

            
  If you’ve a 

          
lesson to teac

h me,
            
Don’t deviate,

            
    don’t be a

      
fraid
            
  Without the 

           
last corner pi

           
ece I can’t ca

librate,
           
  Let’s get it

           
 ingrained

(Repeat 2 times)