Unless It's Kicks

What gives this mess some grace Unless it's kicks, man Unless it's fiction Unless it's sweat or it's songs What hits against this chest Unless it's a sick man's hand From some mid-level 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 the sound in the sky Coming down from above It surrounds you at times And it's whispering, oh What pulls your body down That is quicksand So we climb out quick, hand over hand For your mouth's all filled up What picks you up from down Unless it's tricks, man When I 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 pumps through my blood And I know it's a lie But I still give my love And my heart's all alive For your hands to pluck off, oh What gives this mess some grace Unless it's fictions 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 'n' roll fan Exploding up from the stands With her heart opened up And I wanna tell her, your love isn't lost Say, my heart is still crossed Scream, you're so wonderful What a dream in the dark About working so hard About growing so stoned Trying not to turn up Trying not to believe in the light on your own La, la, la, la, oh, oh, oh, oh