Peter Street (Live) - Signal Hill

Looking down on empty streets, all she can see Are the dreams all made solid Are the dreams made real All of the buildings, all of the cars Were once just a dream In somebody's head She pictures the broken glass, 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 gray 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 Where you're 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 Where you're inside 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 Looking for mercy Mercy, looking for mercy Mercy, looking for mercy Looking for mercy Oh, mercy Looking for mercy Anne, with her father, is out in the boat Riding the water Riding the waves on the sea