Dreaming of mercy st. wear your inside out dreaming of mercy in your daddy's arms again

All of the buildings, all of those cars were once just a dream in somebody's head

Dreaming of the tenderness - the tremble in the hips of kissing Mary's lips.

Looking down on empty streets, all she can see are the dreams all made solid are the dreams all made real.

My mother didn't try to stab my father until I was six.

I hope these babies have a world to live in. I hope they have a place to go, a land to walk on. I remember when I was ten years old, in Washington, D.C., and I…

'So let us sleep outside tonight, Lay down in our mother's arms, for here we can rest safely'