Brett Anderson Scarecrows And Lilacs Lyrics

The scarecrow waits on the hill all day, and a sparrow
calls as the evening falls

We covered the mountain like snow; we covered the forest
like crows

But were lie down where the lilacs grow

Your hands look small, and the skin is so cold With your nails all cracked, like beetles backs

Their cover the village like ghosts, their cover the
mountain like crows

But their find us where our blood meets the snow

Where the lilacs grow