Tono: E
Introducción:
C#m F#
The lines of my earth,
B E E7M 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 E7M C#m
the same things all over again,
F# B
for the money we shall make.
F#m A
This is the last song that I write
E E7M C#m C#m/B
To You tell me otherwise
F# A E
And it\'s because I just don\'t feel it
F#m A
This is the last song
E E7M C#m C#m/B
To You tell me otherwise
F# Am C#m
And it\'s because I just don\'t feel it anymore
Intro chords
C#m F#
It should be our time
B E E7M C#m
This fertile youth\'s black soil is ready for rain
F# B
The harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry
C#m F# B
And they in the habit of saying
E E7M C#m
the same things all over again
F# B
about the money we shall make
chorus