Those golden streets
Under my grandfather's feet
Are realer than the final breath he took
Before he told us all goodbye
And his loving wife
Played piano till the day she died
They reunited with a bond
The selfish gates of hell cannot untie

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

So come Lord, come
Come Lord, come
Only what's unshakable remains
In this great divorce
Come Lord, come
Come Lord, come
Only what's unshakable remains
In the high country

Those golden streets
I thought that I would never see
Like the drop of water
On the tongue of guilty men who watch us from below
And I will cling to this
More than any lover's kiss
And beg you even so
Come Lord Jesus, come
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

So come Lord, come
Come Lord, come
Only what's unshakable remains
In this great divorce
Come Lord, come
Come Lord, come
Only what's unshakable remains
In the high country

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

So come Lord, come
Come Lord, come
Only what's unshakable remains
In this great divorce
Come Lord, come
Come Lord, come
Only what's unshakable remains
In the high country