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]