The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile and ready to die
I need a drink but the well has gone 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, 'til you tell me other wise
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 nice 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 'til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it
This is the last song, 'til you tell me other wise
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
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, 'til you tell me other wise
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
- :
- The Fatherless And The Widow
- Lost in Transition
- Sixpence None The Richer
- Miscellaneous
- The Dawn Of Grace
- RTL2, Le Son Pop Rock Rentrée 2015
- AOL Sessions
- Lost in Transition (Bonus Track Version)
- This Beautiful Mess
- Collage: A Portrait of Their Best
- Early Favorites
- The Early Years
- Lost Treasures: An Essential Rarities Collection
- All Woman
- Waiting On the Sun (Studio Series Performance Track)
- Top Ten: Sixpence None the Richer
- Songs from the Book
- Waar is de zomer? Hier is de zomer!
- The Best of the Early Years
- Mega 3: Sixpence None the Richer