i m a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife on a therapist s couch with his face to the ground after fucking around countless nights and there s this one episode close up cameras are showing him crying his red head and his red eyes i m a band in a show about a boy being buried alive from his head to his toes by a criminal but with a sensitive soul with a set of raccoon eyes and there s this scene in the show when a hustler knows he s going to 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 her eyes all gone 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 when we re so far from right when we re losing the fight when we are letting the light weaken its beam oh oh is there a hand to take hold of the scene i want a smile like a glistening shard i want a kiss that s as sharp as a knife the day expires and 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 light that is fine and is filling the crying est eyes grace in each face that is making the wasted est broken est ones fairly fly love that is innocent of that old cynical covetous cancerous vibe and a beauty that annihilates all life  like it s lived in these nights holding your hatred tight like a sign that you re right or you re strong when your doors are shut tight i will dream you tonight and my dream will just sweep you along when all 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 the scene 