Gray Lines of Perfection Follow
Reaching The Ends Of The Earth lyrics
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
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- Track 8 on Reaching the Ends of the Earth
- 7 Letting Go
- 9 Can You Believe
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