The Lines of my earth

so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die



I need a drink but the well has gone dry

And we in the habit of saying the same things all

over again, for the money we shall make



This is the last song that I'll write 'til you tellme otherwise.

And it's because I just dont feel it



This is the last song 'til you tell me otherwise.

And it's because I just don't feel it anymore



It should be our time

This fertile youth's black soil

is ready for rain



The harvest is high

but the well has gone dry



And they in the habit of saying the same things all

over again, about the money we shall make

This is the last song that I'll write 'til you tell me otherwise

And it's because I just don't feel it

This is the last song 'til you tell me otherwise

And it's because I just don't feel it anymore



This is the last song that I'll write 'til you tell me otherwise.

And it's because I just don't feel it

This is the last song 'til you tell me otherwise.

And it's because I just don't feel it anymore