Careen

Careen, careen, careen, careen, careen, careen

Cleave to the mighty sculptress

And She'll be what She will be

If I bend my bow up toward the sky

Can I loose an arrow that will snuff out the sun's light?

Can I roam into that darkness

That I wrought with my own foolish hands?

Is that where I will finally find you?

Stealing through the broken promise land?