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.