Scarecrow

A day you layed in an evenin' shore Upon my bridges and there's still no word See where the scarecrow left it safe That's where they will find you All this trouble in the days work Upon my tongue, taste of remorse Adding fuel to the fire Doubt that they will find you All this trouble in the days work By, by my tongue taste of remorse Adding fuel to the fire Doubt that they will find you I saw you in the back of your head But who's dared to know? I saw you in the back of your head But who's dared to know?