Mockingbird

Sure do song a pretty song darlin'
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 foot steps 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 thread 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 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 my
My mockingbird

Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were
Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing, I ever heard