My pretty scarecrow I feel sick I came again I came alone And look at this — here lays a bunch of broken pieces So pick them up, please, And carry home
I owe you that I owe you this Too much for badly damaged soul You don’t complain you drink the wine and smile on flowers You’re laying naked on the blankets till the dawn
Your tender care makes me sad Here’s the key here’s the note The pains in me are pains in you, but you will handle The day will come and you won’t care any more