Fever Ray - Mercy Street lyrics
[Fever Ray - Mercy Street lyrics]
Looking down on empty streets all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real
All of the building, 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 steam
Let's take the boat out wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness come
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 looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they move that sign looking for 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
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear your inside out looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they move that sign looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real
All of the building, 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 steam
Let's take the boat out wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness come
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 looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they move that sign looking for 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
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear your inside out looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they move that sign looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms