Dreaming of Mercy Street, wear your inside out...
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid, are the dreams made real.
All of the buildings, all of the 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.
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and gray,
nowhere in the suburbs in the cold light of day.
There in the midst of it, so alive and unknown,
words support like bone.
(And I wonder... why is Suicide Girl Limbo not first-come, first-post? I suppose it's completely fair that the staff of SG can pick which girls they want to go up when, but... doesn't it make the others feel bad?)
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid, are the dreams made real.
All of the buildings, all of the 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.
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and gray,
nowhere in the suburbs in the cold light of day.
There in the midst of it, so alive and unknown,
words support like bone.
(And I wonder... why is Suicide Girl Limbo not first-come, first-post? I suppose it's completely fair that the staff of SG can pick which girls they want to go up when, but... doesn't it make the others feel bad?)
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That is a very high compliment BTW, at least in my book. I have been wishing I was anime for a long time...
But with that said I do like this one.