Psalm Of The City Of The Dead
๐ต 293 characters
โฑ๏ธ 8:10 duration
๐ ID: 2222628
๐ Lyrics
As we wait here for a sign we are
Greeted by the end of time,
These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold
As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time,
These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold
Greeted by the end of time,
These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold
As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time,
These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold