Scarecrow - Be Svendsen

A day you laid in the evenin' shore

Upon my bridges and 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

B — By my tongue taste of remorse

Adding fuel to the fire

Doubt that they will find you