Mockingbirds

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 making sense of it Two mockingbirds making sense of it Oh-oh