Wait

I lost my faith when I was young
I'd clenched my fist and bite my tongue
I leave a wake from all the things that I have done
Because 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 and bowed 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 still called my fear into 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
I fear that there is a heaven above
I fear that there is a heaven above
I fear that there is a heaven above
I hope there's not a heaven above