MOCKINGBIRD~M.Driver
Sure do sing a pretty song darling
Pretty music, Lord, and pretty words
Like a lark and sweeter than a starling
But mostly like a mockingbird
Words that leave your mouth all turn to ashes
They flutter to the ground like falling snow
They make a bed that's soft enough to lie in
And your footsteps make no sound as you go
Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were
Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing I ever heard
The colour of desire is a wretched blue
It burns just like the centre of a flame
It pulls the loosest threads inside your mind
It burns everything..
But it calls you out by name
Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were
Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing I'd ever heard
The devil stole the wings from a poor angel
They grew into the skin upon his back
Now half of his heart for me it beats and the other half just repeats
the things I'm feeling for my mockingbird
Oh my,my...my mockingbird.
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