Brett Anderson - Scarecrows And 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