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.