Half Harvest Songtext

von Michael Penn

I don't care that you won't quit this notion
Of burying the carnival
But what the Hell is in your potion
That's made you so dull?

So I cannot make a blind from sawdust
Much less a cool millennium, but I'd
Much rather feel the heat of August
Than be sheltered and numb

So move out of your bed of roses now
I'm putting in a bed of nails
Because missles, guns and rubber hoses
Will land me in jail

This paradise is slowly crumbing
From here to Wilshire Boulevard
But the rubble over which you are stumbling
Just isn't that hard

What did you do with all that grace now?
What did you do with all my wine?
What makes you think that just 'cause you dress bright
Means that you shine?

So move out of your bed of roses now
I'm putting in a bed of nails
'Cause when this whole production closes
That innocence fails

Weren't we supposed to shine like half harvest
Never shown
Shine like half harvest
Never known

So move out of your bed of roses now
I'm putting in a bed of nails
'Cause when this whole production closes
That innocence fails

Shine like half harvest
Never shown
Shine like half harvest
Never known
Shine like half harvest
Never known
Shine like half harvest
Never shown
Shine, mm (ah)
Shine like half harvest
Never known
Shine