Fleet Foxes - Crack-Up lyrics

When the mind won't lie When the bone won't [?] When the blinding light isn't off you yet When the words won't come When the hands won't touch When the blinding sun doesn't look like much And tied to the wrath to reside to your fate And I know you've cracked Like the china plate [?] insist That the [?] seems so [?] as Cicero [?] [?] Wasn't this the plan?