The Russian Futurists - Precious Metals lyrics

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've grown 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 Here's one last thing that you must learn too; what keeps you warm can also burn you Time's sinister sundials make your day hard as city streets You fall in traps jet black in the hole that your self-pity eats and I'm playing cards real close to my chest can't see what I've got One minute we're sub-zero 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've grown 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 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