Miriam Stockley - Mercy Street
Looking out on empty streets all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid, are the dreams made
real
All of the buildings, all of the cars
Were once just a dream in somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steam
She pictures the soul with no leak at the seam
Lets take the boat out, wait until darkness
Lets 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 the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone
Chorus:
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear your inside out, dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they moved that sign, dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers from 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
Chorus
Piedade, piedade (a procura de piedade)
Piedade
Onde estão as crianças?
Onde estão as crianças?
Anne with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water, riding the waves on the sea.
Looking out on empty streets all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid, are the dreams made
real
All of the buildings, all of the cars
Were once just a dream in somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steam
She pictures the soul with no leak at the seam
Lets take the boat out, wait until darkness
Lets 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 the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone
Chorus:
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear your inside out, dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they moved that sign, dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers from 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
Chorus
Piedade, piedade (a procura de piedade)
Piedade
Onde estão as crianças?
Onde estão as crianças?
Anne with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water, riding the waves on the sea.