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

We are greeted by the end of time

As we wait here for a sign

We are greeted by the end of time

These streets aren’t paved with gold

You’re my everything

My soul is growing cold

These streets aren’t paved with gold

You’re my everything

My soul is growing cold