| Song | The Package Is Wrapped - normal |
| Artist | Marnie Stern |
| Album | This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is... |
| 作曲 : Stern | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Stern | |
| 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. |