Текст песни The Russian Futurists - Precious Metals

You said your life's a house of cards, and it teeters on the brink
On the edges of window ledges, until like a great ship down it sinks

Into the sea bed, with sunken gold
And words that we said back when

You used to think that your life was precious metals and rose petals
But now as you're growing up you're finding it's nail-biting and teeth-grinding
That crown you wore with the Rhinestones is now just thorns, needles and pinecones
And here's one last thing that you must learn too; what keeps you warm can also burn you

Time's sinister sundials make your days hard as city streets
You fall in traps, jet black in the hole that your self-pity eats
I'm playing cards real close to my chest so you can't see what I've got
One minute we're sub-zero and in the same breath piping hot because

When we are up, we're up and then when we are down, we're down
Cars crash in perfect fashion but they don't seem to make a sound and now
When I'm hanging with you it feels like I'm hanging myself
Now my phone's off the hook and I lay low, lie low, I go stealth

You used to think that your life was precious metals and Rose petals
But now as you're growing up you're finding it's nail-biting and teeth-grinding
That crown you wore with the Rhinestones is now just thorns, needles and pinecones
And here's one last thing that you must learn too; what keeps you warm can also burn you

You said your life's a house of cards, and it teeters on the brink
On the edges of window l-e-d-g-e-s,
Watch the clouds move up above, As we slowly start to fade
You and I had things that cut like a razor blade