The Lines Of My Earth - Sixpence None The Richer

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
'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

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

view 3,634 times

comments