The scarecrow host that you see has your blinded faith You keep on waiting Awake and smiling - well you'll be the last to run The spotlight is fading away - from me I guess; from you I guess To whom shall I give my blood? To whom shall I give my eyes? 'cause I've seen too much of this life, To whom shall I give my eyes? The spotlight is fading away - from me I guess; from you I guess Right…