When I’m at the pearly gates
See my maker face to face
Will he simply turn away
Or will he know my name?
As the events of all my years
All the joy and all the tears
Through the grainy image play
Will he feel the same
What if all the angels gasp
As each of my iniquities pass
And I just stand there silent
‘Cause there’s nothing left to say
With all the sin I bring before
The holy, perfect, blameless Lord
It becomes pretty obvious
That I’m counting on his grace
Will you know my name
Will you spare me, spare me from the flame?
As I turn to look behind
And see the endless snaking line
I can see in every eye
A lifetime frame by frame
Each transgression like a flood
Draws the air out from the lungs
Every blow right to the gut
Brings panic, brings pain
Nearer to the gate I draw
Step by step towards the law
Judgement looms before me
And its inevitable fate
Will eternity be made up
Of drinking from the maker’s cup
I see him in the throne-room
And I can hear him, I can hear him
Will you know my name
Will you spare me, spare me from the flame?