| [00:14.55] | Hung by the old field the night in his eyes |
| [00:24.60] | And the road by his side |
| [00:34.39] | He's trying to show me |
| [00:40.94] | Who's alive in both cities barely on fire |
| [00:54.49] | Scarecrow caught in my mind |
| [01:01.70] | Scarecrow not made for these times |
| [01:13.69] | Clear as a diamond the light reads plain |
| [01:24.06] | On the back of his eyes |
| [01:33.47] | He'd never know |
| [01:37.86] | He still dreams of a bird of a terrifying size |
| [01:52.27] | But this scarecrow caught in my mind |
| [02:00.93] | Scarecrow not made for these times |
| [02:11.59] | Mmmmmm |
| [02:17.94] | Trying to weigh him down too soon |
| [02:31.96] | Glad to have him with me now |
| [02:42.03] | Death cold pecked bare red collar bled white |
| [02:49.03] | No black heart there no bark and no bite |
| [03:00.26] | Just this scarecrow caught in my mind |
| [03:08.69] | Scarecrow not made for these time |