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