Harvest Lyrics

Runaway Brother Harvest

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
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