All that I seem to find
I could make it mine,
But I'd end up inside my head.
I don't know but I've been told,
Streets of heaven are paved with gold.
Why do I know what never left that day?
It might've been around forever.
All that I seem to find
I could make it mine,
But I'd end up inside my head.
Now there's a gong in the sky that's bright.
I wanted everything gold.
I don't know but I've been told,
Streets of heaven are paved with gold.
Why do I know what never left that day?
It might've been around forever.