Half Harvest Lyrics - 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, 

'cause missiles, guns and rubber hoses 

will land me in jail 

This paradise is slowly crumbling 

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 

it 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 

this innocence fails 

(and weren't we supposed to) 

SHINE...like half harvest never shone 

SHINE...like half harvest never known.