The Cure - Wailing Wall paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Wailing Wall - The Cure



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



Writer(s): Robert Smith


The Cure - The Top
Album The Top
date de sortie
13-06-1984




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