what's the story if you refuse to tell it 

what's a halmark without it's shine 

I suppose if i were to ask for tomorrow 

all you would do is give me the current time 

 

I don't ask for much 

just a where you came from 

and who are you, 

the one I'm talking to 

 

I don't ask for freedom 

or for you to mean it 

just for the words 

but like mockingbirds

 

we just 

 

whisper to eachother from the corners of our lives 

taking shelter in the bushes calling out like every kind 

singing like a telephone to drive the ladies crazy 

and laughing like a child until everything gets hazy 

 

all we are is mocking birds, 

singing, mocking, mocking birds 

 

I'm not asking for your story 

just wanting entertainment 

so tell us where you hail from 

and we wont act like we believe it 

 

cause all we are is mocking birds 

singing rocking mocking birds 

 

shiny things attract us, 

not the wholesome not the real 

it's not about whats good 

its the how it makes us feel 

 

we're not looking for whats healthy 

just make us like the wealthy 

give us diamonds, fortune and fame 

but dont expect to know our real names 

 

cause we're just mocking birds 

 

 

 

You've got a line in a song
and it told me how to handle life
whispered that I was wrong
but that I was your only vice

so don't listen to me when I talk
I'm just tryin to stand, I'm tryin to walk
you've always had my whole heart
you don't remember but I, was your treasure, but I don't mind.

You've spoken words that left my mouth
long before they had a chance to come out
now I know that you don't remember
and I never would try to hinder your new world... but I was that girl

now I know that it means nothin to ya
but I stand here singin hallelujah
it might sound like I wanna go back..
to who I was, who you were, but I've lost track
so back yourself down the road
pack your bags and your ready to go
its just like I said in the market in france
you can't be yourself if you don't give you a chance

so now maybe you don't remember
what you whispered to me last december
I wouldn't want you to look back behind you
at the sister still standin beside you
your big sister is here... don't worry baby girl..
I used to be your treasure, but your still my sweet n low world.

I stand on the threshhold wanting to knock
like an old paintless vessle still tied to it's dock
and though the whole world flickers through morning's haze
I'd rather creek here quietly for the rest of my days

sometimes I'm a lion at others a mouse
tonight I'll just be labled unaroused
exciting as the world may be way out there
tonight I am brave to stay in, that's not scared.

I will watch this whole world
through my towering window
listen to the symphony it plays
watch it's sad innuendo

perhaps nothing matters
perhaps everything does
all the world's saved
and all the world's fucked.

people sometimes ask me what I am like
I don't know much about me, likes to sing, likes to hike
entonces es claro no soy muy arrogante
todos yo creo yo no soy importante