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All Good Things (Come to an End)

Colours Of The Soul2011年11月19日

All Good Things (Come to an End) 歌詞

All Good Things (Come to an End) - Colours Of The Soul

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

 

Why do all good things come to an end

 

Come to an end come to an

 

Why do all good things come to an end

Traveling I only 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

 

Come to an end come to an

 

Why do all good things come to an end

 

Come to an end come to an

 

Why do all good things come to an end

Well the dogs were whistling a new tune

Barking at the new moon

Hoping it would come soon so that they could

Well 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

 

Why do all good things come to an end

 

Come to an end come to an

 

Why do all good things come to an end

The dogs were whistling in a new tune

Barking at the new moon

Hoping it would come soon

And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day

Till the feeling went away

And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and

The rain forgot how to bring salvation

 

The dogs were whistling in a new tune

Barking at the new moon

 

Hoping it would come soon so that they could die