Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made realall of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's headshe pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seamlets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comesnowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of daythere in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bonedreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy('s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's armspulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon wordconfessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he's the doctor
he can handle the shocksdreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lipsdreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy's armsmercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercyAnne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea