Is This It

Is this it
All the drumming and strumming of my life gone by
Is this how
One gets old and looks back at good times we had

There's no sense in all my actions
There's no reason for my existence
But the treasure of His
The simple treasure of His

You see through
A-radio-graphic image of my soul
Orchestra
Inside my being You direct it, to its sublime

There's no sense in all my actions
There's no reason for my existence
But the treasure of His
The simple treasure of His

Even if I should be a little dot
When You're looking down from way up above
Don't forget me now, oh now
Seven billion restless little tiny, tiny souls
What You're thinking, what You're resolute about
When you're looking down, oh down

Is this it
Broken dreams, fallen empire and a castle bane
Indicate
You're with us Sacred Heart of saving Grace

Is this it
No more stadiums
The curtains have fallen
Applauses only in my head
Is this it