Wait

I lost my faith when I was young

I clenched my fist to bite my tongue

I leave awake from all the things that I had done

Cause there wouldn't be a thing when I moved on

Then I said wait

Are our bodies really piles of dirt?

And is the soul just a metaphor?

I keep my eyes from looking too far up

I fear that there is a heaven above

I stood in lines to bow my head

I'd fold my hands and speak in tongues

To whisper worries to the dead

But I could tell no apparition heard a single word I said

But I'd still call my fear in to the air

Then I said wait

Is my body really part of the earth

And is there blood running through my veins?

I'll know when I turn to dust

But I fear the answer isn't enough

So, will I never know heaven or hell?

Or is eternity something worse?

I keep my eyes from looking too far up

I fear that there is a heaven above

(heaven above, heaven above)

I want to give it up

I want to give it up

I want to give it up

But I just need it too much

Wait

Is my body really part of the earth?

And is there blood running through my veins?

I'll know when I turn to dust

But I fear the answer isn't enough

So, will I never know heaven or hell?

Or is eternity something worse?

I keep my eyes from looking too far up

A fear that there is a heaven above

A fear that there is a heaven above

A fear that there is a heaven above

I hope there's not a heaven above