Bates Wailing Wall Lyrics

The holy city breathed
Like a dying man
It moved with hopeful tears
With the tears of the blind

And on and on has the night drew in
Through broken streets
That sucked me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promise land

I pushed trough crowds Through sears of payer
Through twisting hands and choking air
A vulture at the wailing wall
I circled
Waiting

And on and on has the night drew in
Through broken streets
That sucked me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promis land