"Antique" lyrics

Oh, it's three in the mornin' and I don't think I'll be sleepin' though
Mind's so wound up and the thoughts, they 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 sleeping 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?

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

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?