I'm the band in a show bout a man holding hands with his wife
On a therapist's couch with his face to the ground, after f****** around countless nights
And there's this one episode, close-up cameras were showing him crying
His red head and his red eyes
I'm the band in a show bout a boy being buried alive
From his head to his toes by a criminal but with a sensitive soul and with a set of raccoon eyes
And there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows he's gonna die
The ground opens and he climbs inside
And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind and I pick it up right through the tv
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
I'm a man in a dream and there dancing in front of my eyes
Is a queen formed out of flaws with the eyes all got odd and a rod bolted into her spine
She rises up like a yawn, grips my heart like a claw, splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she asks me with a sigh
We were so far from right
We were losing the fight
We were letting the light weaken it's beam
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
I wanted to smile like a glistening shard, I want a kiss that's as sharp as a knife
The day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside
I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to
A life that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes
Grace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly fly,
Love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe
And a beauty that annihilates all life
It's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight
Like a sign that you're right or you're strong
When all the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight
And my dream will just sweep you along.
When all the fires are fanned, when we're shucking our plans
When we're too weak to stand on our two feet
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of this scene?
On a therapist's couch with his face to the ground, after f****** around countless nights
And there's this one episode, close-up cameras were showing him crying
His red head and his red eyes
I'm the band in a show bout a boy being buried alive
From his head to his toes by a criminal but with a sensitive soul and with a set of raccoon eyes
And there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows he's gonna die
The ground opens and he climbs inside
And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind and I pick it up right through the tv
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
I'm a man in a dream and there dancing in front of my eyes
Is a queen formed out of flaws with the eyes all got odd and a rod bolted into her spine
She rises up like a yawn, grips my heart like a claw, splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she asks me with a sigh
We were so far from right
We were losing the fight
We were letting the light weaken it's beam
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
I wanted to smile like a glistening shard, I want a kiss that's as sharp as a knife
The day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside
I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to
A life that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes
Grace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly fly,
Love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe
And a beauty that annihilates all life
It's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight
Like a sign that you're right or you're strong
When all the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight
And my dream will just sweep you along.
When all the fires are fanned, when we're shucking our plans
When we're too weak to stand on our two feet
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of this scene?