From:
(For Anne Sexton)
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
Lets 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 St.
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy St.
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 St.
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy St.
Swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Anne with her father
Is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
Translate to:
(For Anne Sexton)
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
Lets 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 St.
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy St.
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 St.
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy St.
Swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Anne with her father
Is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea