Scarecrow - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Here I am, the guardian of the golden grain

A man but not a man who has a brain

I'll see a million suns 'til I feel pain

Flood the whole world down the drain

And when the light is gone, and all that's left is thunder

Still I won't even shiver when it rains

And all the birds fly home for winter

And I'm still caught up in the spring

It seems that with a single sigh

The whole world turns to pass me by

I wish I could've shivered when it rained

The farmer's dog sinks her teeth into my leg

Leaves pinholes blooming fields of poppies red

My skin is a garden grown of memories shed

Through the blood I have not bled

Of tattered clothes and straw

But what's the point of planting

If a feeling cannot flower within my head?

And all the birds fly home for winter

And I'm still caught up in the spring

It seems that with a single sigh

The whole world turns to pass me by

I wish I could've shivered when it rained

My legs are a bench for all the friends I haven't made yet

My chest is bed for a heart that isn't here to rest

My hands are a perch for the crows that come to peck

But they're all long gone and dead

So really, what am I

But a sack of sticks and hay

I bet I don't even have a silhouette

And all the birds fly home for winter

And I'm still caught up in the spring

It seems that with a single sigh

The whole world turns to pass me by

I wish I could've shivered when it rained

I wish I could've shivered when it rained