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
