all good things

honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
it's way too clear for 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

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 in 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

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

well the dogs were barking at the new moon
whistling in the new tune
hoping it would come soon

and the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day
till the feeling ran 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 in the new tune
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die