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
We will carry vision and the sight
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
Reflecting the color of treasure once lost
We will carry vision and the sight
The sun will cast a shadow in our light

Are we sick of settling?
Is it because we are 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