unless it's kicks

what gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks

man

unless it's fictions

unless it's sweat or it's songs?

what hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand

from some midlevel band? he's been driving too long

on a dark windless night

with the stereo on

with the towns flying by and the ground getting soft

and a sound in the sky

coming down from above

it surrounds you and sighs and is whispering of

what pulls your body down

and that is quicksand

so climb out quick

hand over hand

before your mouth's all filled up

what picks you up from down unless it's tricks

man?

when i've been fixed i am convinced that i will not get so broke up again

and on a seven day high

that heavenly song

punches right through my mind and just hums through my blood

and i know it's a lie

but i'll still give my love

hey

my heart's on the line for your hands to pluck off

oh

what gives this mess some grace unless it's fiction

unless it's licks

man

unless it's lies or it's love?

what breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan

floating up from the stands with her heart opened up

and i want to tell her

your love isn't lost