Crack-Up
Robin Pecknold
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 tide far as I can see
All fades through but my light of you, as Ylajali
All I see, dividing tide
Rising over me
Ooh, wait
Oh, will you wait?
You, alive
You, alive
You, alive
