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