Testo Mercy For Cities John Francis
I dreamed a dream of the city in the key of C-major, skyscrapers, and stars between the lovers and the thousand sad faces, fugitive barrooms and streetcars
I live in the subway where nobody sees you and people parade past like pigeons I wrap myself up in the flag of my country, thereâs music down here but so few listening.
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, Oh!
I met a soldier who lost his leg in this last war no one wanted and he asked for a dollar and from the look in his eye Iâd say heâd lost much more
and the thought, the thought makes me shudder.
I know thereâs something called mercy for cities if thereâs a god well heâs heartbroken too, fills up the crack and pot holes with pity, fills up the spaces between me and you
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, Oh!
Fills up the cracks and potholes with pity
Fills up the spaces between me and you
Fills up the spaces between me and you
Fills up the spaces between me and you