domingo, julho 29


Mercy Street
Peter Gabriel

Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solidare the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dreamin 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 the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone
dreaming of mercy street
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercyin your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy streets
wear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercyin 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 lipsdreaming of mercy street
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercyin your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy streets
wear they moved that sign
looking for mercyin your daddy's arms
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea...

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