Crack-Up - Fleet Foxes

So the mind won’t lie

And the arm won’t set

And the bright red eye

Isn’t off you yet

So the words won’t come

And the hand won’t touch

And a midnight sun

Doesn’t look like much

As an iris contracts

Facing the day

(I can tell you’ve cracked

Like a china plate.)

When the world insists

That the false is so

With a philippic, as Cicero

«The tighter the fist

The looser the sand»

[If I don’t resist

Will I understand?]

Ooh, ooh, ooh

All things change

Dividing tides

Far as I can see

All fades through

But a (light / lie) of you

As Eellllyyaaalliiiiiyyy

All I see-

Dividing tides-

Rising over me--