Scarecrow

A day you layed in an evenin' shore

Upon my bridges and there's still no word

See where the scarecrow left it safe

That's where they will find you

All this trouble in the days work
Upon my tongue, taste of remorse
Adding fuel to the fire
Doubt that they will find you

All this trouble in the days work
By, by my tongue taste of remorse
Adding fuel to the fire
Doubt that they will find you

I saw you in the back of your head
But who's dared to know?
I saw you in the back of your head
But who's dared to know?