Robin Pecknold - Crack-Up lyrics

When the mind won't lie When the bone won't sell When the blinding eye 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 far seemed so That the [?] as Cicero The tighter the fist The looser the sand [?] Wasn't this the plan?