Testo The Point Of Arrival

First it is a bitter pill
A rubber band stretched ‘til it snaps
Sitting crossed legged on the floor
My empty hands are in my lap
What is to become of me
Here at my surrendering
Where I arrive at the end
The place where I begin again First we fold in, then open out
There is a faith that’s only found in doubt
Acceptance is the closing cycle
The end that marks the point of arrival
This is where I lay down
What I don't want to haul around
The buzzing of what can't be seen
And living always in-between.
First we fold in, then open out
There is a faith that’s only found in doubt
Acceptance is the closing cycle
The end that marks the point of arrival
Looking down at my hands
Finally I understand
The empty space has changed somehow And it’s filled with hallelujah now.
hallelujah. hallelu
It’s hard as stone, but yet its true
Acceptance is the closing cycle
The end that marks the point of arrival
If I let go of who's to blame
Of what can’t be changed
And will never be the same
Close the book, with one last look
Letting go of all the time it took
Hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah.