A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene

I'm the band in a show

Bout a man holding hands with his wife

On a therapist couch with his face to the ground

After fucking around countless nightsAnd there's this one episode

Close-up cameras were showing him crying

His red head and his red eyesI'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, with a set of raccoon eyesAnd there's this scene in the show

When a hustler knows he's gonna die

The ground opens and he climbs insideAnd as he speaks his last line

A thought falls from his mind

And I pick it up and write it through the TV

Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?I'm a man in a dream

And they're dancing in front of my eyes

Is the queen informed of the flaws

With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spineShe rises up like a young group from a heart

Like a claw splits apart like a jaw, like an eye

And she asks me with a sighWe were so far from right

We were using 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 shot of a kiss

That's as sharp as a knife, the day expires

In the dry, cracked, trembling lips [Incomprehensible]

But this gets inside

I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness toOur life that is fine

And is filling the cryingest eyes

Gracing each face that is making the waste

That is broken as one's fairly flyLove that is in us

Of that ol' cynical covetest, cancerous vibe

And a beauty that annihilates all lifeLike it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight

Like a sign that should [Incomprehensible] you strong

When the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight

And my dream will just sweep you alongWhen all the fires are fanned

We'll shout you our plans

We're too weak to stand on our two feet

Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?