Blasts of Holy Birth

The knife-sharpened needle
Hits the vein upon the mark
The fine-feathered arrow
Finds its way into the dark
The nervous cream of dreamers
Carries blood into our hearts
The sun will cast a shadow
In our light

Bring us the gifts
From the deep ocean floor
And rise to the surface
Like never before
Relecting the color
Of treasure once lost
The sun will cast a shadow
In our light

Are we sick of settling?
Is it because we're doomed?
There's a nervous kind of energy
It slowly fills the room
When you think
You've worn your welcome
You've worn it pretty thin
Starting at the end
But you're ready to begin

Don't you make it nervous
It doesn't want to shake
There's an effect of a ripple
When you travel in its wake
And it's sleeping like a giant
Head upon the floor
Be careful not to wake it
When you're opening the door