Unless It Kicks Lyrics - Stage Names - Okkervil River

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 

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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 

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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