Mercy
We're drawn to each other like the moon
It draws the tides to land
We push and we pull, we wax and we wane
We fit together like hand in crooked hand
As we hum and we whisper our mispronounced names
And I want to write like the smoke off your cigarettes
I want to sing like the ice on the sidewalk
I want to show you the parts of me you've not seen yet
I'm gonna run, I'm gonna scream, I'll never talk
I unfold my leaves as I turn to the sun
With a pencil, she tidies her hair
Late Tuesday morning, the rain has begun
Something's burning and I don't know where
The kettle is boiling, the baby awakes
And like paper cuts fingers, it cuts through the noise
Out on the sidewalk, a little dog shakes
Stack of books on my head, I hold myself with poise
Give me freedom from myself
Give me freedom from my worry
Give me freedom from my projections, misdirections
Give me freedom, give me mercy
A man on a bench rusts outside the grocery store
Because he's copper and it's winter and he's lost the hat he wore
I sit beside him and sing til I cry
But there's no money in my case and too much fire in the sky
Give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Give me mercy
It draws the tides to land
We push and we pull, we wax and we wane
We fit together like hand in crooked hand
As we hum and we whisper our mispronounced names
And I want to write like the smoke off your cigarettes
I want to sing like the ice on the sidewalk
I want to show you the parts of me you've not seen yet
I'm gonna run, I'm gonna scream, I'll never talk
I unfold my leaves as I turn to the sun
With a pencil, she tidies her hair
Late Tuesday morning, the rain has begun
Something's burning and I don't know where
The kettle is boiling, the baby awakes
And like paper cuts fingers, it cuts through the noise
Out on the sidewalk, a little dog shakes
Stack of books on my head, I hold myself with poise
Give me freedom from myself
Give me freedom from my worry
Give me freedom from my projections, misdirections
Give me freedom, give me mercy
A man on a bench rusts outside the grocery store
Because he's copper and it's winter and he's lost the hat he wore
I sit beside him and sing til I cry
But there's no money in my case and too much fire in the sky
Give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Give me mercy
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Writer(s): Clare Siobhan Maguire
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