Crack-up

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)

(Iceberg)

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

(A bright clearing)

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–

(Exit)