Unless It's Kicks Lyrics - Okkervil River

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 

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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 

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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."