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A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene
Okkervil River
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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 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 right it through the TV
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
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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
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?
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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 crying-est eyes
Grace in each face that is making the wasted-est, broken-est ones fairly fly
Love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, 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 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?
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