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)
