Circulus - The Scarecrow lyrics

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