Lyrics: SCARECROW
Music: SCARECROW
Spitting mint foam into the white ceramic sink
Looking at the three lines around the right eye
Fingers find a silver thread in the black
Putting the tweezers down on the glass shelf
The mirror stays quiet but it tells the truth
Water washing the shaved stubble away
The waiter did not ask He just left the bill
The waiter did not ask He just left the bill
No one calls me the morning sun
Calendar turns but the clock is still
Climbing two flights of stairs in the winter coat
Lungs pulling the cold air hard
Keys are heavy in the right pocket
Shoes dragging the mud on the floor mat
Opening the door to the dark room
The sofa cushions sink from theweight
The waiter did not ask He just left the bill
The waiter did not ask He just left the bill
No one calls me the morning sun
Calendar turns but the clock is still
Ticket stub from zero nine in the drawer
Faded ink on the thermal paper
Youth is sitting in the back seat
But the driver will not turn around
He just left the bill