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sábado, 23 de outubro de 2010

"Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box..." (Mercy Street - Peter Gabriel)


Mercy Street

(By Peter Gabriel)

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 the 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 they 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 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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