Precious Metals - The Russian Futurists

Said your life’s a house of cards

And it teeters on the brink

On the edges of window ledges

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

Now as you’re growning up you’re finding

It’s nail-biting and teeth-grinding

That crown you wore with the Rhinestones

Now’s just thorns, needles and pine cones

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

And now I’m playing cards real close

To my chest, can’t see what I got

One minute we’re sub-zero

And in the same breath piping hot

And then 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

Because you used to think that your life was

Precious metals and rose petals

Now as you’re growing up you’re finding

It’s nail-biting and teeth-grinding

That crown you wore with the Rhinestones

Now’s just thorns, needles and pine cones

Here’s one last thing that you must learn too

What keeps you warm can also burn 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