Scarecrow

Album: It's About Us (2014)
Charted: 117
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  • I'm standin' still without you
    In the emptiest of fields
    I wish that I could say what's on my mind

    The straw that fills your heart
    So you never have to feel
    You say that you just need a little time

    Days like these I bury my
    My each and every word
    And hide them underneath these lonely trees

    The harvest moon is wicked
    I know that you've been hurt
    I swear I'm here for good I'll never leave

    This is where it starts tonight
    If you open up your heart tonight

    You're staring out the window
    And I'm out here in the street
    You stand there like a scarecrow
    And I'm begging you to speak
    You used to be my solid ground
    Now I'm drowning in the sea
    And I just want to believe in you and me
    I just want to believe in you and me

    (Heeya, hey!)
    (Heeya, hey!)

    You used to be so full of life
    Not just an empty shell
    You're out there all alone I wonder why

    The pieces keep on falling out
    And I pick them up myself
    But I'd let you steal the buttons from my eyes

    Oh, this is where it starts tonight
    If you open up your heart tonight

    You're staring out the window
    And I'm out here in the street
    You stand there like a scarecrow
    And I'm begging you to speak
    You used to be my solid ground
    Now I'm drowning in the sea
    And I just want to believe in you and me
    Yeah, I just want to believe in you and me

    (Heeya, hey!)
    (Heeya, hey!)
    (Heeya, hey!)
    (Heeya, hey!)

    You said you'd open up for me
    Well nothing's what it seems to be
    How can I make you feel again
    Only you can make me real again

    You're staring out the window
    And I'm out here in the street
    You stand there like a scarecrow
    And I'm begging you to speak
    You used to be my solid ground
    Now I'm drowning in the sea
    I just want to believe in you and me
    I just want to believe in you

    You're staring out the window
    I'm out here in the street
    You stand there like a scarecrow
    I'm begging you to speak
    You used to be my solid ground
    Now I'm drowning in the sea
    And I just want to believe in you and me
    Yeah, I just want to believe in you and me

    (Heeya, hey!)
    (Heeya, hey!)

    You're staring out the window (Heeya)
    I'm out here in the street (Hey)
    You stand there like a scarecrow (Heeya)
    And I just want to believe in you and me (Hey) Writer/s: Alex Lee Kinsey, Martin Johnson, Sam S. Hollander, Sierra Phuong Thao Deaton
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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