Intro : (2x)
The lines of my ear th, so brittle, un fertile, and rea dy to die
I need a d rink, but the well has run dry
And we in the habit of saying the sa me things all o ver a gain
For the mo ney we shall ma ke
This is the last song that I wr ite
'Til you te ll m e otherw ise
And it's bec ause I just don't f eel it
This is the las song
'Til you t ell me other w ise
And it's be cause I just don't f eel it anym ore
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 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
Instrumental : (8x)
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
Instrumental : (8x)