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 aren't streets paved with gold, you are my everything, my soul is growing cold
번역: 자오. 죽음의 도시의시.
: As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time, these aren't streets paved with gold, you are my everything, my soul is growing cold
