You left the windows open,
So the wind blew in.
Through open doorways,
Where you should have been.
And though seasons change,
You seem locked in time.
In bygone days,
You can't leave behind.

And it's a Bitter Harvest.
You reap what you sow.
It's a bitter harvest.

We use to live our lives,
By the rules of children's games.
But some things once lost,
Can't be won again.
In your eyes,
A place where shadows fall.
Of one who's seen too much,
But learned nothing at all.

All the seeds you planted were lost and never found.
All the things you've broken lie on the barren ground.

And it's a Bitter Harvest.
You reap what you sow.
It's a bitter harvest.
Don't you know.
it's a Bitter Harvest.
You reap what you sow.
It's a bitter harvest.
It's a hollow man,
Who tends a barren field.
Nothing grows from the dust,
But he never yields.
The first to take,
And the last to give away.
You poisoned the well,
But you drink it anyway.

And it's a Bitter Harvest.
You reap what you sow.
It's a bitter harvest.
Don't you know?
It's a Bitter Harvest.
You reap what you sow.
It's a bitter harvest.

And it's a Bitter Harvest.
You reap what you sow.
It's a bitter harvest.
Don't you know?
It's a Bitter Harvest.
You reap what you sow.
It's a bitter harvest.