mockingbird

i'm a mockingbird
i'm a mocking bird
with a thought preserved
and the razor word
with a demons thirst
and the saints reserve
i'm a mocking bird
a mocking bird
she's a hollow bird
she's a hollow bird
will the saints preserve
all these friends of hers
that skim the night and force the girls
with hollow words of a mocking bird
he's wide awake in a sleepy town
he's rising up and she's going down
throw high the rains into the sounds
of hired guns in a sleepy town
she's six for seven, placed to win
she's a queen with heaven washed with sin
simulations cracked within
soul corrections in the mist
in elastic traced for miles
out of style, single file
angels walk with holding smiles
pacing out forgotten miles
son of god will meet ya there
without a thought without a care
and in the end we're ashes dear
i'm hearing he might meet us there
overtake the lucky ones
who possess the golden guns
silver bullets crack the sun
and leave behind us lucky ones
mockingbirds
we're mockingbirds
we're bound together with these words
gospel tracts and facts reserved
for mockingbirds
for mockingbirds