A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] "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?" [Verse 4] 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 cry ingest eyes Grace in each face that is making the waste dust, broke nest ones fairly fly Love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe And a beauty that annihilates all life [Chorus] 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?