by Nelly FurtadoHonestlywhat will become of medon't like realityIt's way too clear to meBut really life is dailyWe are what we don't seeMissed everything daydreamingFlames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an endFlames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an endcomeTravelling Ionly stop at exitsWondering if I'll stayYoung and restlessLiving this way ~I stress lessI want to pull away when the dream diesThe pain sets in and I don't cryI only feel gravity and I wonder whyWell the dogs were whistling a new tuneBarking at the new moonHoping it would come soon so that they couldDogs were whistling a new tuneBarking at the new moonHoping it would come soon so that they couldDie die die die dieDe chamas a cinzas, de amantes a amigos, porquê que todas as coisas boas acabam? Adorava poder acrescentar alguma coisa a isto, mas a verdade é que a menina Nelly Furtado diz tudo. A minha pergunta é mesmo essa: why do all the good things come to an end? Eu espero que nem sempre seja bem assim... fotografia tirada pelo je, em frente ao CCB, Lisboa, a 3 de Fevereiro de 2006
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by Nelly FurtadoHonestlywhat will become of medon't like realityIt's way too clear to meBut really life is dailyWe are what we don't seeMissed everything daydreamingFlames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an endFlames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an endcomeTravelling Ionly stop at exitsWondering if I'll stayYoung and restlessLiving this way ~I stress lessI want to pull away when the dream diesThe pain sets in and I don't cryI only feel gravity and I wonder whyWell the dogs were whistling a new tuneBarking at the new moonHoping it would come soon so that they couldDogs were whistling a new tuneBarking at the new moonHoping it would come soon so that they couldDie die die die dieDe chamas a cinzas, de amantes a amigos, porquê que todas as coisas boas acabam? Adorava poder acrescentar alguma coisa a isto, mas a verdade é que a menina Nelly Furtado diz tudo. A minha pergunta é mesmo essa: why do all the good things come to an end? Eu espero que nem sempre seja bem assim... fotografia tirada pelo je, em frente ao CCB, Lisboa, a 3 de Fevereiro de 2006