| Lyrics: | We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and
daughters.
Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the
New Jerusalem.
Silver cities rise,
The morning lights
The streets that meet
them,
And sirens call them on
With a song.
It's asking for the
taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the
edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.
We
the great and small
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the dark'ning
dawn.
It's asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of
blue
You've never even seen
In the eyes of your lover.
Oh, my heart is
aching.
We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your
sons and daughters.
It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is
aching.
We're coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the
fog,
Your sons and daughters.
Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the
nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem. |
