Looking down on empty streets
All she can see are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real
All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream in somebody's head

She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul, with no leak at the seam
Let's take the boat out, wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out, wait until darkness comes

Nowhere in the corridors
Of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day

There in midst of it
So alive and alone
Words support like bone

Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
Swear the moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms

Pulling out the papers
From the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness
Word upon word
Confessing all the secret things
In the warm velvet box
To the priest-he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness
The tremble in the hips
Of kissing mary's lips

Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
Swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In yours daddy's arms

Anne, with her father
Is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea


by thiago venuto