Lyrics:

The Lines of my earthso brittle, unfertile, and ready to dieI need a drink but the well has gone dryAnd we in the habit of saying the same things allover again, for the money we shall makeThis is the last song that I'll write 'til you tellme otherwise.And it's because I just dont feel itThis is the last song 'til you tell me otherwise.And it's because I just don't feel it anymoreIt should be our timeThis fertile youth's black soilis ready for rainThe harvest is highbut the well has gone dryAnd they in the habit of saying the same things allover again, about the money we shall makeThis is the last song that I'll write 'til you tell me otherwiseAnd it's because I just don't feel itThis is the last song 'til you tell me otherwiseAnd it's because I just don't feel it anymoreThis is the last song that I'll write 'til you tell me otherwise.And it's because I just don't feel itThis is the last song 'til you tell me otherwise.And it's because I just don't feel it anymore