nelly furtado--all good things(come to an end)

by: fred

ahh..ahh..ahh

honestly what will become of me

don’t like reality

it’s way too clear to me

but really life is daily

we are what we don’t see

missed everything daydreaming

flames to dust

lovers to friends

why do all good things come to an end

flames to dust

lovers to friends

why do all good things come to an end

come to an end

come to an end

why do all good things come to an end

come to an end

come to an end

why do all good things come to an end

travelling i always stop at exits

wondering if i’ll stay

young and restless

living this way i stress less

i want to pull away when the dream dies

the pain sets it and i don’t cry

i only feel gravity and i wonder why

flames to dust

lovers to friends

why do all good things come to an end

flames to dust

lovers to friends

why do all good things come to an end

come to an end

come to an end

why do all good things come to an end

come to an end

come to an end

why do all good things come to an end

and the dogs were whistling a new tune

barking at the new moon

hoping it would come soon so that they could die

and the dogs were whistling a new tune

barking at the new moon

hoping it would come soon so that they could die

die...die...die...

flames to dust

lovers to friends

why do all good things come to an end

flames to dust

lovers to friends

why do all good things come to an end

come to an end

come to an end

why do all good things come to an end

come to an end

come to an end

why do all good things come to an end

and the dogs were barking at the new moon

whistling a new tune

hoping it will come soon

and the sun was wondering if it should

stay away for a day til the feeling went away

and the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping

and the rain forgot how to bring salvation

the dogs were barking at the new moon whistling a new tune

hoping it would come soon so that they could die.