Lyrics The Scarecrow - Circulus

The Scarecrow

All heed the rarest sight
Scarecrow running through the dead of night
He has 'till sunrise
To reach the field where the farmer’s corn
Will find the ravens' bellies
Come the dawn
Out of breath he had a rest
Sat down for a cigarette
But the wind took the flame
Set his hand alight
Burning scarecrow running through the night
Burning scarecrow running through the night
Don’t burn out before your time
As the fire licked his brain
A turquoise light he saw again
And gently rising
From the sky he saw himself in a dirty pond
All washed out
And sure enough the following morn
The ravens gorged on the farmer’s corn
And the farmer stood in the morning rain
By the edge of the pond and all that remained
Of the scarecrow
Of the scarecrow
Don’t burn out before your time