a hand to take hold of the scene

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 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 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