On a therapist couch with his face to the ground
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
And my dream will just sweep you along
The ground opens and he climbs inside
Is the queen informed of the flaws
Our life that is fine
A thought falls from his mind
She rises up like a young group from a heart
Close-up cameras were showing him crying
We'll shout you our plans
His red head and his red eyes
Of that ol' cynical covetest, cancerous vibe
Love that is in us
When the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight
That is broken as one's fairly fly
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
And a beauty that annihilates all life
But this gets inside
We were using the fight
And is filling the cryingest eyes
And there's this one episode
We were so far from right
I'm the band in a show
We were letting the light weaken it's beam
I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to
We're too weak to stand on our two feet
And I pick it up and write it through the TV
I'm a man in a dream
And there's this scene in the show
And as he speaks his last line
When a hustler knows he's gonna die
When all the fires are fanned
And she asks me with a sigh
Like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spine
‘Bout a boy being buried alive
Like a claw splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
Like a sign that should [Incomprehensible] you strong
But with a sensitive soul, with a set of raccoon eyes
From his head to his toes by a criminal
That's as sharp as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips [Incomprehensible]
After fucking around countless nights
And they're dancing in front of my eyes
I wanted to smile like a glistening shot of a kiss
Gracing each face that is making the waste
