{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