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Crack-UpSo the mind won't lieAnd 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] |