Harvest Songtext
von Runaway Brother

I grew fruit for you
I was inspired by the things you do
But so bruised and battered too
I′m sorry I must have picked them too soon
You're ensnared in a chasm so deep
Never fleeing from their mistreats
You have only a wooden ladder
And you′re burning it for heat and comfort


I grew fruit for you
They're finally ripe
I know you want them too
Sewn to reap
The blue moon looms
I've only forty-three weeks till next June

But there′s a hole in my vision
It′s like a cigarette burn in a film strip
A hole in my vision
It's like a cigarette burn

I was bored at a park of amusements
I was losing my sense of improvement
So I will rise above my pessimism
It′s ruining my life