Lletres: Between the Trees. Spain. Scarecrow.

Oh scarecrow, it ain't so bad
Just try and fit in this hollow mat
'Cause you've traveled so far
From where it all began

Maybe I wasn't made for this world
Maybe I wasn't made for this world
All the space in between the soul and the seams
Maybe I wasn't made for this world

I think I took the wrong path
And I need to find my way back
They say you're never too far
To start it all again, am I too far?

Maybe I wasn't made for this world
Maybe I wasn't made for this world
All the space in between the soul and the seams
Maybe I wasn't made for this world

Oh scarecrow, oh scarecrow
Is it really that bad?
Oh scarecrow, oh scarecrow
Is it really that bad?

Maybe I wasn't made for this world
Maybe I wasn't made for this world
All the space in between the soul and the seams
Maybe I wasn't made for this world

Maybe I wasn't made for this world
All the space in between the soul and the seams
Maybe I wasn't made for this world

Oh scarecrow, oh scarecrow
Is it really that bad?
Oh scarecrow, oh scarecrow
Maybe I wasn't made for this world

Oh scarecrow, oh scarecrow
Is it really that bad?
Oh scarecrow, oh scarecrow
Maybe I wasn't made for this world

Oh scarecrow, oh scarecrow