Wailing Wall Songtext
von 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 promise land


I pushed through crowds, through seas of prayer
Through twisting hands and choking air
A watcher 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 promise land