מילים לשיר Psalm Of The City Of The Dead – Zao

As we wait here for a sign We are greeted by the end of time
As we wait here for a sign
As we wait here for a sign
We are greeted by the end of time
We are greeted by the end of time
These streets aren't paved with gold My soul is growing cold
You're my everything
These streets aren't paved with gold
You're my everything
My soul is growing cold.