A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene

  
I’m the 

Bm
band in a show bout a man holding hands with his 

A
wife

  
On a 

Bm
therapist’s couch with his face to the ground (after fucking around countless 

A
nights)

  
And, in this 

G
one episode, close-up cameras are showing him 

A
crying

  
His red 

Em
head and

G
 his red 

A
eyes

  
I’m the 

Bm
band in a show bout a boy being buried a

A
live,

  
From his 

Bm
head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!)

  
with a set of raccoon 

A
eyes,

  
And there’s this 

G
scene in the show when a hustler knows he’s gonna 

A
die.

  
The ground 

Em
opens

G
 and he climbs in

A
side.

D
And as he speaks his last 

A
line, a thought falls from his 

Em
mind and I 

  
pick it up 

G
right through the 

A
TV:

  
Oh, 

Em
oh  

  
Is there a 

A
hand to take hold of the scene?

  
I’m a 

Bm
man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my 

A
eyes,

  
Is the queen - 

Bm
formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod bolted into her 

A
spine.

  
She rises 

G
up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw, splits apart like a jaw, like an 

A
eye.

  
And she 

Em
asks me

G
 with a 

A
sigh,

D
When we’re so far from 

A
right

  
When we’re losing the 

Em
fight

  
When we’re letting the 

G
light weaken it’s 

A
beam -

  
Oh, 

Em
oh  

  
Is there a 

A
hand to take hold of the scene?

  
I want a 

D
smile like a 

Em
glistening shard. I want a kiss that’s as sharp as a 

A
knife. The day 

G
expires.

  
and the 

D
dry, cracked, 

Em
trembling lips God saw fit  

  
to put this kiss in

A
side

  
I push them 

G
up to 

D
you. I’d like to bear 

Em
witness 

A
to 

  
A 

N.C.
light that is fine and is filling the cryingest 

A
eyes,

Bm
Grace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly 

A
fly,

G
Love that is innocent, of that ol’ cynical, covetest, cancerous 

A
vibe,

  
And a 

Em
beauty 

G
 that an

A
nihilates all life

D
Like it’s lived in these 

A
nights, holding your hatred 

Em
tight

  
Like a sign that you’re 

G
right or you’re strong

D
When your doors are shut 

A
tight, I will dream you to

Em
night,

  
And my dream will just 

G
sweep you along.

D
When all fires are 

A
fanned, when we’re shucking our 

Em
plans,

  
When we’re too weak to 

G
stand on our two 

A
feet -

  
Oh, 

Em
oh  

  
Is there a 

A
hand to take hold of this scene?