Wait

I lost my faith when I was young

I clenched my fist to bite my tongue

I leave a wake 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 into the air

{And} 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 and 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 wanna give it up

I wanna give it up

I wanna 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 ever 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

Fear that there is a Heaven above

I fear that there is a Heaven above

I hope there's not a Heaven above