Lyrics

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