Scarecrow - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I put my faith in the absence of something better

If it doesn't fit, then it's out of reach for me

I'm a tightly wound mess neatly perched inside my own distress

And your talk of freedom that means nothing to me

And then you say

How are we ever gonna know if there's something better?

Is the only way to know ourselves to go too far?

I spend my days in the fear one day the wind will blow me away

The only thing that keeps me here

Are these strings of mine that hold me down

I watch the rise and the fall of a thousand days

It means nothing to me

'Cause I've been promised redemption for lifetime

Wasted in these golden fields

So far, so good, so many promises

Swinging in the wind, direction's something that I can't control

Creation eludes me, it's all just waiting time here in this field

Nothing but a scarecrow waiting for the world to tear me down

How are we ever gonna know if there's something better?

How are we gonna come to be the same if we come too far to realize

How are we ever gonna become something better than what we've become?

Or are we just scarecrows waiting

For the wind to blow us down