Wailing Wall - The Bates

The holy city breathed

Like a dying man

It moved with hopeful tears

With the tears of the blind

And on and on as the night drew in

Through broken streets that sucked me in

My feet were bare and cut with stones

With walking to the promised land

I pushed through crowds

Through seas of prayer

Through twisting hands and choking air

A vulture at the wailing wall

I circled, waiting

And on and on as the night drew in

Through broken streets that sucked me in

My feet were bare and cut with stones

With walking to the promised land