[Verse 1] Midnight window, city holds its breath, Empty hearts say “nothing’s there.” But Heaven searches every streetlight, Looking for a faithful prayer. Footsteps echo, crosswalk halos, Eyes that never meet the sky; Truth is knocking, soft and patient, Love is nearer than we try. [Chorus] O let salvation rise from Zion, Slow dawn over asphalt gray; When You restore Your weary people, Jacob sings at break of day. We will be glad, we will be glad, Hands like candles, hearts unclad; When You restore, when You restore, Zion wakes and we are glad. [Verse 2] Tables crowded, cruel routines, Mercy traded, hearts grow cold; They consume the weak like breakfast, Paper towers, borrowed bold. Yet You stand with righteous remnants, Shelter for the humble cries; Plans of pride dissolve to silence, When Your holy nearness sighs. [Pre-Chorus] You are refuge for the poor, Cornerstone the scoffers miss; Quiet thunder, gentle justice, Breathing hope into the abyss. [Chorus] O let salvation rise from Zion, Slow dawn over asphalt gray; When You restore Your weary people, Jacob sings at break of day. We will be glad, we will be glad, Hands like candles, hearts unclad; When You restore, when You restore, Zion wakes and we are glad. [Bridge] Blue-note moon on vinyl sidewalks, Warm bass drawing mercy lines; Analog clouds hum Your kindness, Chorus guitars trace Your signs. Every lie falls out of focus, Every night concedes the light; Lift our faces, clear the static— Grace turns mourning into sight. [Chorus] O let salvation rise from Zion, Slow dawn over asphalt gray; When You restore Your weary people, Jacob sings at break of day. We will be glad, we will be glad, Hands like candles, hearts unclad; When You restore, when You restore, Zion wakes and we are glad. [Outro] Late-night mercy, soft and certain, Curtains breathe, the city hums; Under neon, under starlight, He remembers—we are one.
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