I'm the band in a show   ?Bout a man holding hands with his wife   On a therapist couch with his face to the ground   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 rumpled into her spine      She rises up like a young group from a 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 using 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, the day expires   In the dry, cracked, trembling lips [Incomprehensible]   But this gets 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 in us   Of that ol' cynical 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 should [Incomprehensible] you strong   When 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'll shout you our plans   We're too weak to stand on our two feet   Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?