an old church down the street... |
Passing A Church The old Methodist church; The home for many things. Sometimes in her old dusty loft I still imagine a choir sings; Something about golden chariots And angels with gossamer wings. The home for many things, Sometimes in her old dusty loft I still imagine a choir sings. Something about golden chariots And angels with gossamer wings; The old Methodist church. Sometimes in her old dusty loft I still imagine a choir sings, Something about golden chariots And angels with gossamer wings. The old Methodist church, The home for many things. I still imagine a choir sings; Something about golden chariots And angels with gossamer wings. The old Methodist church; The home for many things. Sometimes in her old dusty loft Something about golden chariots And angels with gossamer wings The old Methodist church; The home for many things. Sometimes in her old dusty loft I still imagine a choir sings. And angels with gossamer wings; The old Methodist church, The home for many things. Sometimes in her old dusty loft I still imagine a choir sings, Something about golden chariots. The old Methodist church; The home for many things. Sometimes in her old dusty loft I still imagine a choir sings; Something about golden chariots And angels with gossamer wings. |