{INT} -> C#m - F#
C#m F# B
The lines of my earth,
E Eb C#m
so brittle so unfertile, and ready to die
F# B
I need a drink, but the well has gone dry
C#m F# B
And we in the habit of saying
E Eb C#m
the same things all over again,
F# B
for the money we shall make.
chorus:
F# A
This is the last song that I write
E / Eb C#m / B
To You tell me otherwise
F# A E
And it\'s because I just don\'t feel it {anymore (2nd time)}
intro chords
riff 1:
e---12b-9---(x3)---12b-15--
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
chorus