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 s**ed 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 s**ed me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promised land