The lines of my earth   So brittle, unfertile, and ready to die   I need a drink, but the well has run 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 write   Till you tell me otherwise   And it's because I just don't feel it   This is the last song that I write   Till 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 nigh, 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   Till you tell me otherwise   And it's because I just don't feel it   This is the last song   Till you tell me otherwise   And it's because I just don't feel it anymore      This is the last song that I write   Till you tell me otherwise   And it's because I just don't feel it   This is the last song   Till you tell me otherwise   And it's because I just don't feel it anymore