Shouting Your Name

Well I don't believe in God
But I’ll sing at his throne
Dancing in the streets of gold
Until we finish our song
And if you go
I will keep singing just a little more
Just keep shouting your name
Until my throat is hoarse

When I finally went on up to your door
I sat beside your bed
To listen to your story
I began to feel my broken body mending
I pondered at last a story with no ending
But that doesn't happen
And there's nothing we can do about that
Sooner or later one of us will go
And we can’t be coming back

Well I don't believe in God
But I'll sing at his throne
Dancing in the streets of Gold
Until we finish our song
And if you go
I will keep singing just a little more
Just keep shouting your namе
Until my throat is hoarse

We've spеnt time in the kitchen
Watching while the pan smokes
We may have overcooked meals
But at least we're not alone
We've got plenty of years remoulding
The clay that makes the face
But one day he will knock
And there's no way we can replace
The hand that lights the candle
Does not need to be steady
And the lips that call the names
Do not need to be ready

Well I don't believe in God
But I’ll sing at his throne
Dancing in the streets of Gold
Until we finish our song
And if you go
I will keep singing just a little more
Just keep shouting your name
Until my throat is hoarse

Well I don’t believe in God
But I'll sing at his throne
Dancing in the streets of Gold
Until we finish our song
And if you go
I will keep singing just a little more
Just keep shouting your name
Until my throat is hoarse

Well I don’t believe in God
But I'll sing at his throne
Dancing in the streets of Gold
Until we finish our song
And if you go
I will keep singing just a little more
Just keep shouting your name
Until my throat is hoarse