Michael Penn - Half Harvest lyrics

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,
cuz 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 cuz 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
cuz 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

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

shine like half harvest never shone
shine like half harvest never known
shine like half harvest never known
shine like half harvest never shone