When being the symbolic Israel turns literal
When you're holding on but find that it's midst
When you fear your future but fear the past more
When the LORD is silent, yet beckoning
Maybe I'm losing it
Maybe I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Maybe this knife in my chest is healing
Healing my fantasies
Healing my lies
Healing my beliefs
I come to no crossroad
I come to no revealed path
I come to no wide, open field
I've come to God at last.
