Crack-Up (Choral Version) - Fleet Foxes
Written by：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
All things change
Dividing tides
Far as I can see
All fades through
But a lie of you
As Ylajali
All I see
Dividing tides
Rising over me
