For visualization, Mercer Street seems to be a cobbled avenue in NYC.
The setting seems a bit ambiguous, walking through the rain listening to the radio at either 3 am or pm. If it's the afternoon, I imagine her on her way towards something to move forward from whatever daggers she went through. If it's late into the night, I imagine a dreary & surreal walk to escape the intense feeling of the daggers.
I'm not sure if she's carrying a radio or listening with headphones or remembering listening or hearing a radio in the street. It seems the point is that it's a painful blur.
I love how she takes the hesitation of "get a feeling it's too late" & challenges it with "you're not too late".
For visualization, Mercer Street seems to be a cobbled avenue in NYC. The setting seems a bit ambiguous, walking through the rain listening to the radio at either 3 am or pm. If it's the afternoon, I imagine her on her way towards something to move forward from whatever daggers she went through. If it's late into the night, I imagine a dreary & surreal walk to escape the intense feeling of the daggers. I'm not sure if she's carrying a radio or listening with headphones or remembering listening or hearing a radio in the street. It seems the point is that it's a painful blur. I love how she takes the hesitation of "get a feeling it's too late" & challenges it with "you're not too late".