Antique

It's three in the mornin'
And I don't think I'll be sleepin' though
Minds so wound up
And the thoughts that seem to keep me woke
Blinds wide open cause the Moon can see right through me
Doesn't know me but it shows me
Saints and faith are just commodities
It's three in the mornin'
And I don't think I'll be sleepin' though

Lord I beg and plead
Pull me to the light so I can see
To stop my questioning
So I can fall asleep

Questions weigh on me
Is it to be is it not to be
Is there a plan for me?
Or is God just an antique?

Faith laying silent cause I killed it in the first degree
World ain't nothing to me
But some skirmish for some currency
Is something beyond or
Am I all that I will ever be
My eyes are open but there's just
Some things that we may never see
It's three in the mornin'
And I don't think I'll be sleepin' though

Lord I beg and plead
Pull me to the light so I can see
To stop my questioning
So I can fall asleep

Questions weigh on me
Is it to be is it not to be
Is there a plan for me?
Or is God just an antique?
(Antique, an antique)

Why won't you show me what it is that I've been looking for?
Is it folklore or will you guide my soul forever more?
Why won't you show me what it is that I've been looking for?
Is it folklore or will you guide my soul forever more?

Lord I beg and plead
Pull me to the light so I can see
To stop my questioning
So I can fall asleep

Questions weigh on me
Is it to be is it not to be
Is there a plan for me?
Or is God just an antique?
(Antique, an antique)