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 tides far as I can see
All fades through but my [light/lie] of you, as Ylajali

All I see, dividing tides
Rising over me
Ooh, wait
Oh, will you wait?
[?]
You, alive
You, alive
You, alive