Intro : (2x)
The lines of my ear th, so brittle, unfer tile, and rea dy to d ie
I need a dr ink, but the well has run d ry
And we in the hab it of saying the sa me things all o ver a gain
For the money we sh all make
This is the l ast song that I wr ite
'Til you te ll m e otherw ise
And it's beca use I just don't fe el it
This is the last so ng
'Til you te ll m e other wi se
And it's beca use I just don't fe el it any more
It should be our t ime
This fertile youth's bla ck soil is re ady for rain
The harvest is h igh, but the well has gone d ry
And they in the ha bit of saying the sa me things all o ver a gain
About the mo ney we sh all make
This is the l ast song that I wr ite
'Til you te ll m e otherw ise
And it's beca use I just don't fe el it
This is the last so ng
'Til you te ll m e other wi se
And it's beca use I just don't fe el it any more
Instrumental : ...
This is the l ast song that I wr ite
'Til you te ll m e otherw ise
And it's beca use I just don't fe el it
This is the last so ng
'Til you te ll m e other wi se
And it's beca use I just don't fe el it any more
Instrumental : ...