Your voice is a mockingbird
Calling me when the day is gone
You please yourself with every word
Telling me where I´m going wrong
Telling me where I´ve gone wrong

Get me out it´s starting to burn
I can´t let go for the life of me
Some hold tight, and some turn
Another fire out in front of me
My whole life out in front of me

You can´t kill what´s already dead
But I don´t blame you for trying it
The sun comes up and falls away
Two little birds makin´ sense of it
Two mockingbirds making sense of it