| 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 throught the fog,
your sons and
daughters.
[guitar]
It's asking for the taking.
Trembling,
shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge,
running on the
water,
coming throught the fog,
your sons and daughters.
Let the river
run,
let all the dreamers
wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem |
