Текст песни
I'm dreaming of the sound of little mockingbirds
Repeating what they heard, wailing in the wind
Pleasing the thought of things that are absurd
Repeating what they heard, secrets told to them
A sound I reminisce and lips I've yet to kiss, so much dissonance
A sound I reminisce and lips I've yet to kiss, no self discipline
The meaning of it all, seeds I've never sewn
Screaming what I know
Wrapped up in silk
And such a paper heart, easily burned, writing what I know
Drifting away
A sound I reminisce and lips I've yet to kiss, so much dissonance
A sound I reminisce and lips I've yet to kiss, no self discipline
A sound I reminisce and lips I've yet to kiss, so much dissonance
A sound I reminisce and lips I've yet to kiss, no self discipline