
Mercy, mercy is an old dog
waiting in the rain
at your door, at your door
long after dark has come
Mercy, follows me
so says my mother,
so says the priest
It’s shining so brightly, if you just believe
Open your hands, say it out loud
Words, words, wither me
I need mercy to bare its teeth
To split the ground, to bend the trees
To shake the walls, to part the seas
To turn the world back on its axis
How can I make amends
Hidden in shadows, gorged on regret?
O sweet platitudes burn up like the grass
Out on this desert plain
I’m calling out