Looking down on empty streetsAll she can see are the dreams all made solidAre the dreams all made realAll of the buildings, all of those carsWere once just a dream in somebody’s headShe pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steamShe pictures a soul, with no leak at the seamLet’s take the boat out, wait until darknessLet’s take the boat out, wait until darkness comesNowhere in the corridorsOf pale green and greyNowhere in the suburbsIn the cold light of dayThere in midst of itSo alive and aloneWords support like boneDreaming of mercy streetWear your inside outDreaming of mercyIn your daddy’s arms againDreaming of mercy streetSwear the moved that signDreaming of mercyIn your daddy’s armsPulling out the papersFrom the drawers that slide smoothTugging at the darknessWord upon wordConfessing all the secret thingsIn the warm velvet boxTo the priest-he’s the doctorHe can handle the shocksDreaming of the tendernessThe tremble in the hipsOf kissing mary’s lipsDreaming of mercy streetWear your insides outDreaming of mercyIn your daddy’s arms againDreaming of mercy streetSwear they moved that signLooking for mercyIn yours daddy’s armsAnne, with her fatherIs out in the boatRiding the waterRiding the waves on the seaby thiago venuto