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