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I'm the band in a show bout a man holding hands with his wife On a therapist couch with his face to the crowd after fucking 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 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 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 ruppled 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 shot of a kiss that's as sharp as a knife Letras de cancionesThe day expires In the dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put his kiss inside I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to our 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 fly Love that is innocent, of that old covetest, 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 and 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, we're shucking our plans And we're too weak to stand on our two feet Oh, oh Is there a hand to take hold of this scene? From Letras Mania