        With a shout (Jerusalem)
 
         Where do we go?
         Where do we go from here?
         Where to go?
         To the side of a hill.
         Blood was spilt, we were still.
         And staring at each other.
         We were doing nothing.
         Jerusalem, Jerusalem.
         Shout, Shout.
         With a shout, shout it out.
         
         I want to go
         To the side,
         To the one who made me sing,
         To the side of the hill.
         We were still, we were filled,
         With a love.
         We want to be loved.
         
         Jerusalem, Jerusalem.
         Shout, shout.
         With a shout.
         