7 acessos
Disappear when you call
And then they convene
Making the plans
Of secrets they keep
The future is now
Make it complete
Some get left in the dark
Forever asleep
So I fold my hands
And then I pray
The streets of gold
The pearly gates
The doctor says
It don’t look good
And we all cried
In the waiting room
So who makes the call?
Who takes the lead?
Some get left in the dark
While others still sleep
So I fold my hands
And then I pray
The streets of gold
The pearly gates
The doctor says
It don’t look good
And we all cried
In the waiting room
There’s peace to come
It won’t be long
Trees of green
Eternal song
I close my eyes
And then I pray
The streets of gold
The pearly gates
And we all cried
In the waiting room