Unless It's Kicks
(专辑: The Stage Names - 2007)
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," And say "My heart is still crossed!" I
want to scream, "Hey, you're so wonderful! What a
dream in the
dark about working so hard, about growing so stoned Trying not to turn off, trying not to believe in that lie all on your own."