Lyrics:

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