Marnie Stern - The Package Is Wrapped

I'm standing, standing, standing my ground

I pull off a bow that is tied
To a big box but I don't know what's inside
There's something rattling around, I decide
Well can I open it, my wide eyes imply?

There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
The sea, these things I see, blow through
What's right, this thing I fight, is good

You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind
You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind

I pull back a bow towards the crowds
I cannot stop even if it is allowed
I spell your name out in the sand are you proud?
The arrow arches and it comes pouring down

There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
The sea, these things I see, blow through
What's right, this thing I fight, is good

You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind

Is there no way out of my mind?
I see beautiful and shimmering signs
The Celtic Knights are calling me from behind