Espantapájaros
M-Clan
Scarecrow
My heart of straw
Was burning in the city.
Your wings put it out
Helped me break free.
Far away is the traffic
This is gold for breathing.
No more factories in sight
Black with carbon monoxide.
Step into this field
Holding my hand, without a word.
I don’t want to see any more plastic flowers
I don’t want to be a scarecrow again
Lost in the city.
Love that photosynthesizes
Seed, sap, and salt.
The rain sprites
Invite us to dance.
The shield of the atmosphere
Protects my bubble that’s now for you.
We’re kids again
Sliding down a slide.
Step into my throat
And don’t ask anything more.
Far away is the traffic
This is gold for breathing.
We’re kids again
Sliding down a slide.
Step into my throat
And don’t ask anything more.
