I was so grateful that night
Billy was there
He sang songs of perfection and nightmares
And I stood on my own two feet
When Peter showed me how to grieve and find Mercy Street
At night I find myself walking in the trees
Where starlight graces me through green leafs
For daylight is far too bright for thoughts this dark
Here we must hide; here this pain finds its mark
Maybe I am born a bit out of my time
And it’s breaking my life in two
Sometimes I cry my heart to sleep
With this innocence and you
