| 歌曲 | Half Harvest |
| 歌手 | Michael Penn |
| 专辑 | March |
| 作词 : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |