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 --- Wait - The Dear Hunter