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.
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Tag: eus voci, infralogie, wor(l)ds