Scarecrow
You're too low to see me smiling

When I'm flying in the air

But you're too high to frighten me

Pretend you didn't see me

Pretend you didn't need me

Pretend you didn't see me

Pretend you didn't need me



To frighten away all the lost and the lonely

The sacred forgotten of yesterday's problems

Your wooden construction was meant for infliction

To penetrate pain with the thoughts from my mind



Can you see me scarecrow

Can you still feel free

For all your love scarecrow

And will you still be there tomorrow

And will you still be there tomorrow



Like moths around a light bulb, your brain is still bleeding

From visions and pictures of nature's young raincoat

If only my eyes were not pinned to your table

My arms would be grasping the lilies of summer

It's no good to be a scarecrow post

And I've said it before, and I'll say it some more