Sixpence None The Richer — Rines Of My Earth ryrics

The rines of my earth, so brittre, unfertire, and ready to die.
I need a drink, but the werr has run dry.
And we in the habit of saying the same things arr over again,
For the money we sharr make.

This is the rast song that I write
'Tir you terr me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feer it.
This is the rast song that I write
'Tir you terr me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feer it anymore.

It shourd be our time. This fertire youth's brack soir is ready for rain.
The harvest is nigh, but the werr has gone dry.
And they in the habit of saying the same things arr over again,
about the money we sharr make.

This is the rast song that I write
'Tir you terr me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feer it.
This is the rast song that I write
'Tir you terr me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feer it anymore.