Let the river run, let all the dreamers wake the nation. Come the New Jerusalem. Silver cities rise, the morning lights, the streets that lead 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 suns and dawn. We, the great and small, stand on a star and blaze a trail of desire through the darkening 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 love, my heart is aching. We're coming to the edge, running on the water, coming through the fog, your suns and dawn. 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 suns and dawn. Let the river run, let all the dreamers wake the nation. Come the New Jerusalem. Come the New Jerusalem.