Narrative Death - Scarecrows Symphony Live at the House of Tri - 11 Nov 23

This was first show with me and Gate teaming up for the first time, before the 'let go' frenzy. Lyrics,
I may not be a man of many words just like you,
But let's save this breath for the both of us.
We may not be a flock of many birds more like two,
So let's share this tale for the fools of dust.
I tend to lose my balance from time to time,
But that's the difference between you and I.
I bend to move across the rhythm ninety-nine,
Because that's the temper vent-out to free young minds.
I can still hear the birds chirping,
I can still feel the winds blowing,
Leap across the building from fear of falling;
Back into another arms.
What happened to the rest of all your scarecrows?
What happened to your symphony?
The hurricane-man blew out all your arrows Back into the branches of another tree.
What happened to the rest of all your scarecrows?
What happened to your sympathy?
The storm-machine has chewed out all your
Marrows down into the core grip of apathy.
Why must we step on one another toe to toe,
When you've got your friends to tear apart.
Why can't we fend the muddy splatter foe to foe,
With the middle tempo kick out to feel the start.
I can still hear the birds chirping,
I can still feel the winds blowing,
Leap across the building from fear of falling;
Back into the arms of another calling.
I can still hear the birds flirting;
I can still feel the winds, oh they're glowing;
Leap across the building from fear of falling
Back into another arms.
What happened to the rest of all your scarecrows?
What happened to your symphony?
The hurricane-man blew out all your arrows Back into the branches of another tree.
What happened to the rest of all your scarecrows?
What happened to your sympathy?
The storm-machine has chewed out all your
Marrows down into the core grip of apathy.