Elbow - Mercy Street Lyrics
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Mercy Street
Mercy Street Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Mercy Street By Elbow?
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 Looking for mercy In your daddy's arms again Dreaming of Mercy Street 'Swear they moved 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 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 Looking for mercy Looking for mercy Looking for mercy Mercy, mercy Anne, with her father is out in the boat Riding the water Riding the waves on the sea |
Who Wrote Mercy Street By Elbow?
Peter Gabriel
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What's The Duration Of The Mercy Street By Elbow?The duration of Mercy Street is 5:44 minutes and seconds. |
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